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

Chapter 823 Chapter 823: Growling, he ravaged her with incredible intensity. He wanted to fuck her all night-through sleep and waking. To sink into her so deeply he'd need a damn map to find his way out. To keep breathing in her scent until the world faded, until they both faded. And when it was over, she would carry his scent for weeks. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ƒindNoᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She'd smell so much like him, the entire kingdom would think he'd pissed on her. Fuck... he wanted to piss on her just to mark his territory.

With a growl, he bared his fangs. "Gods, Emeriel," he said, struggling against his caveman instincts. No wonder they were called savages. Stripped of the barest logic they possessed, they were nothing more than their primal beasts. He sank his teeth into her again, resuming the feeding as his hips slammed harder, flesh against flesh. The flood of her emotions hit him like a storm, tearing an orgasm from him so intense it nearly made him black out. He roared as he came, joining her as she shattered again beneath him.

Her screams echoed through the chamber, their bodies trembling together, drowning in one another. They came down together, his arms wrapped around her, both of them shaking as their bond pulsed. Within seconds, Emeriel collapsed, slipping into sleep. Daemonikai didn't move away from her. He couldn't. He needed the connection. If he was going to fight against his primal side and pretend to be more man than beast, the least he could have to stay sane... was this. He drew her gently against his chest, careful of her belly as he adjusted them.

A large hand spread protectively over the curve of her stomach; the bond between them- It throbbed like an ancient drumbeat. Beneath his palm, he felt the faint flutter of life. His child. Daemonikai's fingers traced small, reverent circles over her skin. Out of everything else, he could spend an entire week like this, simply holding her and feeling his daughter move. Was this what Zaiper had nearly stolen from him, what he had planned to take away?

Daemonikai would scour every shadowed corner of the earth to find the reincarnation of that evil, and when his hunt was finished, pouring all he had into the pursuit, even the very ground beneath Zaiper would turn against him. He buried his face in Emeriel's neck, breathing in her scent, finally allowing himself to surrender to the sleep he had denied for days. "I love you, Emeriel Galilea Evenstone." . . .