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

Chapter 804 Chapter 804: He lowered his head to the pale column of her neck, inhaling deeply as his fangs extended further and sank into her skin. She cried out, her body trembling. She tried to free her hands, but he held them firmly, keeping her in place. He drank. Heaven and hell-her blood. He couldn't contain the low purr that rumbled from deep within his chest. His restless beast preened like a great feline, lazily rubbing its head against his ribs. Daemonikai closed his eyes again, savoring the ambrosia. Already, his body felt warmer where it had been cold. Stronger.

Emeriel let out soft, guttural whimpers, shifting where she knelt, writhing. Her musk filled the air-sweet and thick. He didn't miss the slick sound when she moved, the shine beneath her where her legs were parted. He slid a hand beneath her to feel, and now he was growling. She was making a mess. Dripping like a leaking faucet. Then he slid a finger into that heat, making her gasp. She was so wet, yet so tight-unused to the visit of his thick, starving cock for far too long. For now, he contented himself with a single finger, gliding along her inner walls.

Silken skin, soaked in liquid velvet. "Yes," she moaned, her voice trembling and drawn out. "You fill me so good." Darling, that's just a finger. I haven't even started to fill you. Gods, how I need to. He kept drinking. Kept stroking. Her body sang for him as he coaxed more sinful sounds from her throat. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Emeriel's breathing grew uneven, her body trembling as her pleasure built. He felt her tightening around him, sensed the quiver in her voice as she fell into the abyss.

Her legs shook beneath her where she knelt, her hips pushing back against his hand even as he held her in place. The flow of blood began to slow, thinning to a trickle, but he didn't want to stop. He drank greedily, even as her cries intensified with the prolonged release. Then they softened, waning. But when he heard a faint sigh of discomfort, he knew he had to stop. Fresh updates available at galnoνeℓs․cøm Reluctantly, he withdrew his fangs, his beast whining in protest, and licked the wound closed. No, they weren't full-but they were better.

As if he'd fed from eight feeders instead of one. And only she could have done that for him. "I'm sorry, my love," Daemonikai murmured against her skin. . . .