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

Chapter 820 Chapter 820: Emeriel cried silently, feeling the pleasure within her again, her heart overflowing-like a cup filled to the brim. He moved faster, still gentle; different from his usual roughness, but no less intense. She felt every stroke of him and surrendered, letting herself be carried by the waves of his love and his body. At some point, Daemonikai shifted them. He laid her on her side, positioning himself behind her, cradling her belly with his large, warm hand. Emeriel turned her head, and their lips met in a slow kiss. This. This was everything she had ever longed for.

This closeness, this sense of belonging... this sacred connection. She couldn't put into words what she felt in her chest, so she spoke the only words she could. "I love you," Emeriel whispered. "I love you so much, Daemonikai." As her climax built, pushing her to the edge, she let out a ragged cry as wave after wave of bliss overtook her, claiming her soul and warming her heart. Her toes curled, her hands clutched the sheets as she rode the ecstasy he gave her without pause. He groaned low against her neck, spilling himself deep inside her, a warmth that spread through her core.

It triggered another release, and she screamed, deaf and blind to the world around her-except for him. Only him. Somewhere in that haze, she felt him shift her again, adjusting their position. When the roaring in her ears faded and she came back to herself, she realized that something had changed. Something... was different. She remained still, blinking, her breath short. "Da-Daemon?" Her tone was soft and uncertain. Behind her, his body had gone rigid. His arm around her belly trembled-faintly. He didn't respond. But she felt it. His joy. His wonder. His overwhelming gratitude.

His unspoken question: "Is this real?" Emeriel felt his love most of all. Pure, genuine, and vast. She could feel it. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ƒindNoᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. All of it. Every part of him. There were no shields now, no barriers. "I feel your pleasure. Your happiness," Daemonikai said hoarsely, gasping as his eyes- . . .