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

Chapter 897 Chapter 897: Daemonikai burned with desire, but his mouth never left her breast. A fierce current of excitement coursed through him, yet beneath it all, deeper and more insistent, was peace. There was something sacred, and at the same time utterly obscene, in the feel of her breast against his tongue, in the intense rush sliding down his throat, and in the soft sounds she made. "Mmm." He closed his eyes, half-lidded, as time seemed to dissolve. Her moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his thigh, but he did not yield.

Not until she arched, crying out as she came, her core fluttering around emptiness. He shifted to her other breast, sealing his lips around the nipple, drinking from her as his fingers resumed their torment-circling her clit just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. She writhed, sobbing, her release staining her thighs. "Daemon... please. Please." He ignored her. Not yet. Only when the flow slowed to drops and finally faded did he release her. Her nipples were red and swollen from his merciless attention.

Emeriel gazed at him, a vision of shattered lust-lips parted, eyes half-closed, chest heaving. "Please," she whispered again. "What do you want, pretty princess?" His lips brushed over her nipple, tender yet demanding. "Tell me." She moved her hips, letting her body speak for her. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Words, my radiant star." His palm pressed firmly against her center, claiming her. "This belongs to me." A ragged gasp. "Yes, it does." "Mine." "Yours." His growl vibrated against her skin.

"I love you, Emeriel." He captured her mouth in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue-a wild display of possession. When he pulled back, his voice was a rough whisper against her lips. "I love you so much." Tenderness shone in her eyes, her fingers tangled in his hair. "I love you too." Your favorite tales live at gⱯlnσνs． "Now tell me to fuck you, Riel." His cock twitched against her thigh, heavy with desire. "My cock is yours. Whenever you want. Wherever you want. I want you to look me in the eyes and ask for what belongs to you." Her face flushed.

"Daemon..." "Ask for it like it's yours." His thumb circled her clit once, a teasing provocation. "Like it's yours. Because it doesn't belong to any other woman." . . .