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

Chapter 816 Chapter 816: A wave of absolute pleasure crashed through her senses, forcing a strangled cry from her lips. The kiss broke as Alviara pulled back, her gaze fixed intently on Emeriel. "Tell me what he's doing," the courtesan said softly. "He's... his tongue is..." Emeriel gasped, head thrown back, eyes fluttering as another moan escaped. "There." "Good girl," Alviara's voice was velvet-soft. "How do you feel?" Emeriel's face burned. She bit her lip. "Come on... tell me." "Really... really good," Emeriel admitted in a trembling voice.

"You're taking it so well." The lady's eyes sparkled with approval. "Am I?" Emeriel breathed. "Oh, absolutely." The mistress looked ravenous. Predatory. Her gaze devoured Emeriel. "You're incredibly sexy like this. Lying here, taking his tongue, savoring every bit of pleasure he gives you, without breaking eye contact with me. Letting me see everything you're feeling. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findηʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. You're an open book, Princess. A very receptive open book." Her voice dropped into a low, husky purr.

"It makes you addictive." Emeriel felt everything at once. Embarrassed. Exalted. Cherished. She wanted to bury her face in the sheets and hide. But oh... those words... They made her feel good. Desired. Seen. "No wonder our king can't get enough," Alviara whispered for her ears alone. "I won't either." Daemonikai's tongue pressed deeper inside her. "Oh, gods..." Emeriel gasped, her body arching as the pleasure surged through her like a wave. gαℓησνs․com, where the best stories live Once again, it surged through her.

Then Alviara's lips pressed against hers once more, stealing her cries, drinking them in. The courtesan's hand framed her face as she devoured her, capturing every moan, every muffled sound as Emeriel trembled beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Her climax deepened, intensified, and swelled. Her beloved was relentless, consuming her like his first meal after a famine. Bliss engulfed her in slow-burning waves, crashing through her with ruthless force, frying her thoughts. The courtesan broke the kiss and ran her fingers through Emeriel's hair in a soothing caress. "That's it. That's my girl.

Do you want to come for him?" Emeriel nodded so hard her vision blurred, gasping for breath. . . .