That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 668

Chapter 668:

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GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

He waited. But nothing happened.

No resistance. No rejection.

Emeriel’s quivering sheath remained wrapped around him like a warm, silken vise, pleasure licking up his spine like fire. Pulling back, he withdrew just enough before sliding in again.

Emeriel moaned. A sound of pure bliss, not the pain that had marred her delicate features earlier when he’d tried to get inside her.

She had accepted him. Her body recognized him once more—as him. Their Beloved. Their Soulbond.

Daemonikai’s throat went tight. The tension tormenting him all night released like a coiled serpent finally slithering free. He could breathe again.

“Move… I need more.”

Bracing his forearms on either side of her head, Daemonikai gave her exactly what she wanted. What her heat demanded. What he had craved all damn night.

His earlier releases had steadied him, allowing him more control. Every stroke he gave her was calculated, every angle… targeted for maximum pleasure. He coaxed the most sinful cries from her.

And soon, he had her soaring into the abyss of bliss.

Time dissolved around them. The dawn brightened into morning behind the heavy curtains, though the chambers remained cloaked in darkness.

There was only them. Only this. Only her.

Inside this cocoon of shadow and desire, he ruined her. Again. And again. And again.

ｍ𝚘𝚛ｅ ｕ𝚙ｄ𝚊ｔｅｓ 𝚒ｎ ɢ𝚊ｌ𝚗𝚘ｖ𝚎ｌ𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖

Taking her from one debilitating orgasm to another catastrophic one. It was sensational. It was euphoria. It was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

Emeriel sang the most erotic melody.

“My king, my king, my king—oh, it is so good—ahhh!”

His young princess was in another world entirely, not just from the things he did to her, but also from his earlier bloodfeeding that left her in a state of heady high.

Head tossed back, mouth slack with pleasure, eyes drooping as he bounced her back and forth with his strokes. She was the perfect vision of a sexiest, irresistible wanton.

And Daemonikai could not resist slanting his lips over hers and swallowing her cries as he angled his hips and punched in. Deep, so deep that the blunt head of his cock slammed into the spongy mouth of her sealed womb.

A strangled wail tore from her throat as her body arched violently beneath him.

Daemonikai growled, transferring both her hands into the hold of one large palm, pinning them high above her head.

She would not escape. She would take this. And she would love it.

Daemonikai drove into her with relentless precision, each thrust aimed directly at that delicate door. He pounded against it, abusing it, shoving into its spongy depths again and again.

Emeriel howled, her hands flailing but unable to break free from his grip. Her body twisted, but she couldn’t dislodge him.

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