That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 758: Hell, at this rate, even if he could only get just the head of his cock inside her, he would thank the gods and die a happy male.

Because he could make it work. The way he wanted her, he could find release from just having even the smallest part of him nestled inside her.

Yeah, he was pathetic, horny, and obsessed.

Not to mention completely and hopelessly hers too. "The w-way you're looking at me…" Emeriel squirmed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

She stood before him now, waiting for him to tell her how he wanted her. Her cheeks had flushed an utterly endearing shade of red.

"And how is that?" Daemonikai drawled, though he already knew.

Gods, he knew.

"Like you would…" she faltered, lowering her gaze. "Like you're imagining being… in-inside me."

"Huh. That is startlingly accurate."

He watched as the flush deepened, spreading down her throat and over her collarbone. "Oh." She stared at her feet. Or tried to. He held back a smile and rose to his feet, loving the way her chin tilted up to find his face.

"I will teach you how to bloodfeed in the ways of old."

Her lips parted in a soft breath as he reached for her, unfastening the ties of her gown with a gentleness that belied his lust. Bare, he guided her to the center of the room. "Kneel."

She lowered herself to the floor. He circled her slowly, letting his eyes roam over the curve of her spine, the way her hips flared. His beast grumbled, restless and eager beneath his skin.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked at last.

Her head bobbed in a nod. "Yes."

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"Good." He took her wrists, drawing them behind her back, holding them loosely before easing her head to the side, baring the vulnerable line of her throat. Then he stepped back to admire her.

And gods help him, he nearly groaned aloud.

Daemonikai had seen this position more times than he could count, but seeing her like this? Fuck.

He ran his tongue over his aching gums. His fangs lengthened, straining for her pulse.

"Is this alright?" she whispered, halting and unsure. "Do you… need something else from me?"

Did she ask those questions intentionally, or was she truly that naive? Did she not realize what the double entendre was doing to his poor, starved cock?

"This is fine." Hunger rippled through every hoarse word. "Close your eyes, Riel."

When she obeyed, he silently recited the old rites in his mind and moved behind her. Lowering his head to the pale column of her neck, he inhaled deeply as his fangs elongated, then sank deep into her skin.

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