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

Chapter 772: She stilled, blinking, breath irregular. "Dae-Daemon?" her tone soft and fearful.

Behind her, his body had gone taut. His arm around her belly trembled faintly. He didn't answer.

But she felt him.

His joy. His awe. His gratitude-so fierce. His is-this-real? Most especially, Emeriel felt his love. Pure, real, and overwhelming. She could feel everything. Every piece of him. There were no shields now, no barrier.

"I can feel your pleasure. Your happiness," Daemonikai rasped, his breath rushing out as his eyes roamed her face, intense and shining. His voice was hoarse. "Your love. I feel you, Emeriel. Our bond is back."

Emeriel was crying now, but laughing too-the sound a messy blend of both. Her male did not care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and unrestrained.

"I can feel you," he murmured between kisses.

"I c-can feel you too," she choked out, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach.

"Your scent… Ukrae, your fucking scent…" His sniffing grew loud, frantic, crazed. He rubbed his nose and mouth along her neck, her shoulder, her breasts. "I knew you smelled good, incredible, but now-gods, the seven gods-your scent is amplified. What the-"

He growled, then purred, vibrating against her as his phallus stiffened once again, hard and hot behind her.

"I need to have you again. I can't… gods!"

One strong hand lifted her leg as he lined himself up again, and with a jerky thrust, he was inside her once more.

She gasped, nuzzling her head against his chest. The feeling… it was out of this world. Beyond words and comprehension.

"I'm too deep," he rumbled, holding her tightly. "Do you feel discomfort? Should I pull back?"

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"No," she managed through the rush of sensation. "You feel… so good."

"Fuck… fuck."

His hips moved in an uncoordinated rhythm, as if he couldn't help himself. He pulled her back into him, resting her head on the bed, only to bury his face in her neck. There he stayed, breathing her in, his hips moving in short, hard thrusts, his breath harsh against her skin. One of his hands cradled their child, the other laced their fingers together.

Feeling each other's emotions was something else entirely. His were crazy. Wild. Intense.

And for the first time, Emeriel saw herself through his mind's eye-and what she saw stole her breath. She had always known Daemonikai was intense. But this? She had never imagined it.

His love, hunger, and need. It was all-consuming.

He kept breathing her in, scenting her, his tongue dragging over the tender skin of her neck, raving at it with every driving thrust inside her.

Tears of immense joy and disbelief fell again.

I am this beautiful to him?

His reverence for her body, his obsession. He wants to live inside me.

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