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

Chapter 807 Chapter 807: Daemonikai let out a laugh he couldn't hold back, shaking his head. "You didn't pee, darling. You're just wet in the wrong place." "Nooo," she murmured lazily. "It's not that bad. See?" She slipped her hand between her thighs, scooping up his seed-along with her own. She held up her hand to show him and grinned. "Look. Wet." "That's not pee... ugh." There was no point arguing with someone tipsy. Giving in to a different craving, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, brought her hand to his mouth, and slowly licked her fingers clean. "Mmm.

Delicious." She scrunched her nose and opened her eyes just enough to look at him through sleepy lashes. "You're disgusting." Her lips twitched. "But I love you anyway." "And I love you." He smirked. "Since you're letting me off the hook..." He guided her hand back between her thighs, encouraging her to gather more wetness. Then he brought her fingers back to his mouth, lowering his lashes as he licked them clean. "Even better." "But sometimes I hate your control," she said suddenly, eyes closing again. He lowered her hand, licking his lips.

"Why?" "I dress practically naked, I say the filthiest things... I flash you my tits and my ass." She pouted dramatically. "But you don't want me. Sometimes I wish you'd just grab me and ruin me. Throw caution to the wind." Your imagination starts at g Ɐ ln σ ν s․conn Daemonikai stared, stunned. All those double meanings weren't... Damn it, they weren't coincidences. And all those innocent jokes...? He hadn't known she wanted that. He thought she wasn't ready. But all this time, she'd been begging him to take her. "And then, when you're done... and you come inside me...

it'll drip down my legs." She continued, dreamy once more. "And I'll have to walk across the bedchamber with your seed slipping down my thighs." She sighed wistfully. Daemonikai could hardly believe such thoughts were coming from his pristine, sweet little... companion. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He loved those images. Loved them far too much. "I'm so sleepy," she murmured. He watched as sleep crept over her, softening her features. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against her nose.

"It doesn't matter if our bond never returns. We'll perform the ritual. I'd rather have you as my mate, go through the rites and vows... than not have you at all." She was already asleep, her breathing soft and steady. It's time you feel me inside you again, my radiant, filthy little star. . . .