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

Chapter 760: Daemonikai chuckled low in his chest.

"And you feel really good," she added, the dreamy quality in her voice deepening. "You don't know how hard it is… going all these lonely months without the taste of your manhood." Her filter was gone. Completely vanished.

Good to know it wasn't only her heats that loosened her tongue.

"It's been really hard?" he asked, curious despite himself. "So hard," she confided, leaning in slightly. "I'll tell you a secret… but you can't share it with my beloved."

His brows lifted. "Tell me."

"Sometimes, in the dark of night, when he's away, I part my thighs and touch myself." Another hiccup. "I pretend it's him."

These visuals… Hell on a train, they weren't good for him. Heaven on a blade.

Her smile was dreamy and sweet. "I pretend it's his fingers, and it feels really good to get them inside and imagine it's him."

Daemonikai swore under his breath.

This was cruelty. Pure, unvarnished cruelty.

And it was glorious.

Pleasure trickled down his spine as his throbbing cock got friction, rubbing against her side. When had his hips begun to move?

"And his dick…" she giggled, covering her mouth like she'd said something scandalous. "That word is funny. Dick. Dick. Dick."

He let out a sound that might've been a growl. "What about his dick?"

He needed to hear the rest.

"Oh, it feels… A. M. A. Z. I. N. G." She spelled the word out slowly, her closed eyes fluttering as though she could see the image clearly in her mind. "It's the only one I've had, you know. His dick. But ohhh, even I know it's one of a kind."

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Daemonikai cursed again, this time in a low, rough voice. He was going to come. Right there. Just from this.

The way his body was moving on its own, grinding against her as if he were some rut-drunk male starved for release. Her voice, her praises, her downright dirty tongue-it was all too much. He was close.

"But it hurt me, you know," came the softest whisper.

His hips stilled.

"His dick. Something I like so much, that brings me so much pleasure… brought me so much pain, too." A lone tear slipped from her closed lids, trailing down. "And somehow… my mind fixates on that."

Daemonikai swallowed thickly, his chest growing heavier.

"I want to feel it again, you know. I think about how good it feels… and I anticipate how good it's going to feel. But when he tries to enter my body, all I see… all I feel… is how good it didn't feel. That night." Another tear followed the first.

"I wish I wouldn't think of that night. I wish… when my beloved tries to enter my body again, all I can think about is how good it feels. How much I want to feel him again."

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