That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 665

Chapter 665:

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His gaze locked onto hers.

“Open your eyes, Emeriel. Look at me.”

Her lashes fluttered before those brilliant blue eyes opened—heavy-lidded, dazed from heat and exhaustion.

“You will let me in.”

His cock nudged her entrance, not pushing inside yet, just teasing, massaging her there.

“I don’t care if our bond never emerges again. But hear me now, and hear me clearly. You are my Soulbond. You belong to me. You were made for me.”

“Daemon…” She blinked slowly, nodding.

“Look at me. Your body and soul are mine, just as mine are yours. Do you understand?”

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, soft as starlight, washing over him with more love than he deserved.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

“I hear you, my king. My Beloved.”

Daemonikai braced himself for rejection once more as he pushed in—expecting her body to resist him, to force him out again.

But she opened for him.

Wet and tight, her inner walls held him close, drawing him deeper, inch by inch. Welcoming him instead of shutting him out.

Daemonikai let out a low, ragged groan as he buried himself to the hilt.

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

“You have to take my knot,” Grand Lord Vladya’s voice was strained, his release approaching.

Aekeira barely heard him. Her entire world had narrowed to sensation, to pleasure, to him. Every stroke sent her spiraling into euphoria, drowning in bliss so profound. She felt intoxicated by him, yet he did not feed from her blood.

She had long since lost count of how many times he had sent her over the edge, how many times she had screamed in pleasure for the world to hear.

Distantly, she heard his deep groan as he climaxed atop her, spilling his warm, thick release inside her.

But instead of the usual burn Aekeira had grown accustomed to, it sent her plummeting into yet another shattering orgasm. A broken cry tore from her throat as her sensitized body writhed and shook with overwhelming pleasure. Barely had she recovered when a new sensation flooded her.

Aekeira gasped, her dazed mind struggling to process it. A stretch. No, an expansion.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“What is… what is…?” Even her voice sounded slurred to her own ears.

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“My knot.”

Already, she could feel him growing, stretching her open, pulsing thicker inside her.

At first, it felt full. Blissfully full. But then, it kept expanding.

Soon, full became too full. Uncomfortably full.

“This is not normal. I-I do not think I can…” Her breath came in short, panicked gasps.

“You can,” Vladya soothed her, threading his fingers through her hair.

“The first time is always uncomfortable, but I promise, you will eventually love it.”

She clenched around him, trembling, torn between pleasure and the sheer impossibility of how much more he was forcing her to take. It kept growing until she was certain it would split her in two. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, slipping down her flushed cheeks.

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