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

Chapter 776: His mouth paused on the swell of her belly, his exhale hot against the bump.

"Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are like this?" His voice was gravel with devotion. "Heavy with my child, sprawled and sated just for me?"

She laughed, her fingers threading through his hair.

"You're rather handsome too." "Thank you, beautiful Beloved."

He crawled up her body, his shadow swallowing her whole, until his lips found hers. It was the softest, sweetest of kisses-a contrast to the hard length pressed against her thigh.

Her arms locked around his neck, a moan vibrating between them as she kissed him back. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Already, her body thrummed for him again. Those long, empty months without him inside her had left her ravenous, desperate to relearn every inch of him.

"How do you feel?" His teeth grazed her bottom lip. "Sore?"

"No." Her nails scored his shoulders. "Please, let's go again. I need to feel it's all real. Need to feel you again."

Pulling back, she rose to her knees. Body bent, she presented herself to him.

"Take me."

"Fuck."

The growl that left him was hunger and eager need. He was already moving, lining himself up, his manhood bumping her entrance in a taunt.

"That's my sweetheart."

He pushed in slowly, watching her spine bow, savoring the choked gasp she made as he stretched her.

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"Anytime. Anywhere. Ask, and I'll serve."

"Daemon…"

She shoved back against him, her walls fluttering around him like a plea.

He gripped her hips, thrusting once-deep, possessive.

"Even if I'm in court. On a battlefield. Fuck, in the middle of an earthquake-" Another snap of his hips.

"Call for me, and I'll be here to sate you. To your hungry little body… and mine."

"Oh gods."

Her fists twisted in the sheets.

"You too. Whenever, however, you w-want me-"

"Shh."

He fucked into her harder, cutting her off with a stroke that made her see stars.

"Don't finish that thought, sweet Riel. It's like tossing a starving dog a bone."

His pace turned hard, each thrust punctuated with a groan.

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