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

Chapter 817 Chapter 817: "Not yet. Hold on," Alviara ordered, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Look at you... so sexy." She slid her hand down Emeriel's shoulder to the pronounced curve of her breast... A threatening growl cut through the air and vibrated through Emeriel's core, making her whimper. The courtesan pulled her hand back abruptly, pouting. "He's greedy," she said, exasperated but amused. "If I touch you again, my head might end up on the other side of the room while my body stays right here next to you." Alviara's heated gaze fell on Emeriel's lips.

"I'll focus on what I'm allowed." She attacked Emeriel's mouth again. This kiss was deeper, full of hunger and possession, dragging her down. With her mistress silencing her voice, Emeriel had no outlet for the ecstasy rippling through her trembling body while Daemonikai worshipped her there. Her orgasm intensified, building higher and higher until it reached its peak. Tearing her lips from Alviara's, she screamed. A scream that only grew louder as her pleasure surged. "Fuck, that's so sexy," Alviara's breathless voice sounded distant, yet her eyes devoured Emeriel like a hawk.

Emeriel wanted to hide, to not be seen in that vulnerable state, but between the overwhelming pleasure Daemonikai was unleashing on her without apology and the lingering shyness... only one force won, and it wasn't modesty. She bent forward, gripped his hair tightly, and tugged. "Daemon... oh... please..." Her voice trembled, just like her spread thighs under his unrelenting grip. "Please, oh gods, Daemon." His mouth continued exploring her mercilessly-licking with his tongue, sucking with his lips, letting out savage growls.

He licked and moaned, reveling in her like a man possessed, and her body endured it all. Defeated by the onslaught of pleasure, her head crashed against the bed as she covered her eyes with one hand. There was nothing left to do but endure, her body trembling with every relentless lash of his tongue, every decadent, penetrating suck. He's going to be the death of me. A soft cloth wiped the sweat from her brow, and Alviara's whisper brushed her ear. "You're so sexy... was that too rough?" gα ℓ ησ ν s․com has it all At last, he slowed. His grip on her thighs loosened, becoming a tender cradle.

His tongue turned gentle, almost apologetic, leaving a trail of soothing kisses along her poor, exposed core. Gradually, Emeriel's soul returned to her body. It had been an out-of-body experience, but... S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. . . .