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

Chapter 846 Chapter 846: "Right here. Right now." "B-but this is a public library!" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findηovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Her scandalized tone only made him harder. Vladya trembled with the effort of holding back. "I know. But I want you anyway. I have to take you." He turned and roared, "Get out now!" The room erupted in chaos-hurried footsteps, muffled gasps, and finally a loud slam as the last person fled.

In an instant, he spun her toward the shelf, lifted her dress, and tore her underwear away, exposing her perfect ass. With a sharp kick, he spread her legs and bent her forward. "Hold on to the shelf," he growled. "Hold on tight." Then he aligned himself, pushed into her, and slammed deep. THE GREATER DEVIL Aekeira screamed as Vladya drove in to the hilt, her body gripping him like a vice. That hot, tight wetness pulled him in like a portal. Gods, she was drenched. Patience was a luxury he would regret not having later, but now he only wanted to fuck-and fuck hard. To claim her.

To mark her so deeply that even her mind would finally believe she was safe. He pulled out slowly, just to watch her shudder, before ramming back in. The shelf rattled as Aekeira clutched it tightly-his good girl. The smack of flesh, her gasps, her wetness... damn. Gentle. Remember, you have to be gentle. Gods, that was hard. He nipped her ear. "Do you want me to go softly, sweetheart?" "T-this is fine-" Thank the gods. The relief was as intense as the lust. He drove deeper, savoring the way her walls clenched around him. "My little princess is dripping." He kissed the salt of her shoulder.

"I can hear it-your wetness dripping down to our feet. Do you love taking my cock that much?" I@†e$t ¢н@₽†əя$ ¡η ğ∆łиøvεℓś.cøm "Y-yes." "Of course you do." His thumb dug into her hip. "So much that you're... dirtying the library floors." Her shameful moan of lust and mortification was music to his ears. She pressed her forehead against the spine of the book, hiding her face-undoubtedly flushed-even as her hips pushed back to meet him. "None of that. Be a good princess and relax." He gripped her firmly, thrusting forward again and again to meet her movements.

"Stay still and take it obediently." "Vla-Vladya," she whimpered. . . .