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

Chapter 806 Chapter 806: "He's the only one I've ever had, you know? His cock. But, oh, even I know it's one of a kind." Daemonikai cursed again, this time low and rough. He was going to... Come. Right there. Just from this. The way his body moved on its own, rubbing against her like a drunk man starved for pleasure. Her voice, her praise, her filthy mouth-it was too much. He was close. "But it hurt, you know?" she whispered softly. His hips froze. "His cock. Something I enjoy so much, that gives me so much pleasure...

and yet it caused me so much pain." A single tear slid from beneath her closed eyelids, trailing down her cheek. "And somehow... my mind gets stuck on that." Daemonikai swallowed hard, his chest growing heavier. "I want to feel it again, you know? I think about how good it feels... and I imagine how good it's going to feel. But when he tries to enter me, all I see... all I feel... is how bad it felt. That night." Another tear followed the first. "I wish I didn't think about that night. I wish... that when my beloved tries to be with me again, I could only think about how good it feels.

About how much I want to feel him again." She frowned. "Oh, and I think about our bond returning too. I wish for that." Then she smiled, and the light in her expression stole his breath. "I've wished upon the stars again and again," she confessed in a soft, cheerful tone. "I prayed, promising Ukrae and the moon goddess that this time we'd do better. That we'd cherish the bond and never blame it for any misfortune." Daemonikai had made those same promises. He had whispered them to the stars and the silent gods who no longer answered him. "I miss feeling his emotions.

Being able to call out to him in difficult moments. I miss feeling him here." She brought a hand to her chest, hiccuping. "And I refuse to give up hope. Our bond will return. Oh, I get so emotional just thinking about it." She shifted her hips with enthusiasm. Daemonikai tensed, trying to still her. "Wait, Emeriel..." But she kept moving, twisting her body as if trying to wriggle free. The motion dragged her against his shaft with too much friction, and the sensation pushed him unexpectedly over the edge. His release was silent, but it still tore a deep groan of pleasure from his chest.

Hot seed spilled thickly between them, soaking her side and dampening his tunic. "I think I just peed," she whispered, a little embarrassed. "My bladder's been acting weird lately... sorry." . . . S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.