That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 230

Chapter 230:

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To have her blood coat his tongue, to savor the taste for days to come.

But I can resist. I am not a slave to my baser instincts.

The girl took a step away from him.

Vladya moved with lightning speed, pinning her against a tree, his body pressed against hers.

He hadn’t even consciously registered moving, only the need to stop Aekeira from leaving.

“Lord Vladya,” she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

Up close, her scent hit him full force, wrecking whatever little chance he had of maintaining control. His gums hurt, his fangs—already extended—throbbed with a burning intensity.

“Drink from me,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering closed as she offered her neck to him.

His fangs pierced her skin, and she cried out, arching into him. Vladya moaned, the first taste of her sweet, addictive blood lighting a fire within him.

Need raged through his veins. His body reacted—he filled with blood.

“0hhhh,” she moaned, her body writhing in his arms, her fingers digging into his robe.

Vladya was lost in the clouds. A whirlwind of pleasure and sensation overtook him. For the first time in months, the restlessness beneath his skin ebbed away, the turmoil in his blood subsided, and the darkness threatening to consume him retreated into the shadows.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt…

good. Really, really good.

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Vladya forced himself to slow, to sip, instead of gulping her blood like the crazed, hungry male he was. He did not want this to end.

He pumped out pheromones uncontrollably, unable to make himself stop. Coupled with the natural arousal of feeding, the girl stood no chance.

She trembled, desperately squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, her moans escaping as a melody of ecstasy.

“It’s good. Oh gods…” Her words turned incomprehensible, slurring into senseless sounds of pleasure.

The girl’s musk would drive him insane. It intensified with every pull from her vein, flooding his senses with intoxicating desire.

His hand wandered, cupping her weeping core. He rubbed her firmly, thoroughly, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

Her breath caught in her throat and then released in a hiss. “Yesssss.” Her body writhed in response.

She was close, Vladya could tell. Aekeira was so aroused that her musk grew so thick it was almost choking, even in the open space of the woods.

For someone who had reservations about males, she wanted him too much. Responding to his every slight touch. A heady, possessive feeling clawed at him.

His elegant, little whore. Mine.

Vladya circled her swollen clit through her garment and pinched—just enough to send waves of sensation rocking through her core.

She came with a sob, gasping and panting. Her body melted, but Vladya’s body pressed against hers, stopping her from sliding to the ground.

So wired now, Vladya thought he would die if he didn’t come soon. Pulling his dick out, he took her hand and pressed it against him.

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