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

Chapter 821 Chapter 821: Tears streamed down his face, intense and shining. His voice was hoarse. "Your love. I feel you, Emeriel. Our bond is back." Emeriel was crying now, but also laughing, the sound a blend of both. Her mate didn't care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and wild. "I can feel you," he murmured between kisses. "I-I can feel you too," she stammered, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach. "Your scent... Ukrae, your damn scent..." His sniffing grew stronger, frantic, crazed.

He rubbed his nose and mouth against her neck, her shoulder, her breasts. "I knew you smelled good, incredible even, but now-gods, the seven gods-your scent has intensified. What...?" He growled, then purred, vibrating against her as his shaft hardened once more, hot and rigid behind her. "I need you again. I can't... gods!" A strong hand lifted her leg as he aligned himself, and with a sharp thrust, he was inside her again. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She gasped, burying her head against his chest. The sensation...

it was otherworldly. Beyond words and comprehension. "I'm too deep," he murmured, holding her tightly. "Does it hurt? Should I pull back?" "No," she managed to say through the flood of sensations. "You feel... so good." "Fuck... fuck." His hips moved erratically, as if he couldn't help himself. He pulled her close, resting her head on the bed just so he could bury his face in her neck. There he stayed, breathing her in, his hips thrusting in short, powerful movements, his breath rough against her skin. One of his hands cradled their child, while the other laced tightly with her fingers.

Feeling each other's emotions was something entirely different. His were wild. Unrestrained. Intense. And for the first time, Emeriel saw herself through his mind, and what she saw left her breathless. She had always known Daemonikai was intense. But this? She had never imagined it. His love, hunger, and need consumed everything. He kept inhaling her, smelling her, his tongue tracing the tender skin of her neck, driving her delirious with every thrust inside her. . . .