That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate

Chapter 769:

The courtesan broke the kiss to run her fingers through Emeriel’s hair in a soothing caress.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. You want to come for him?”

Emeriel nodded so vigorously her vision swam, panting.

“Not yet. Hold it in.” Alviara ordered, dabbing away the sweat beading on her forehead. “Look at you… so fucking sexy.”

Her hand slipped down, trailing over Emeriel’s shoulder, toward the heavy swell of her breast…

A menacing growl cut through the air, vibrating through Emeriel’s core, and she whined.

The courtesan snatched her hand back, pouting. “He’s greedy,” she said, exasperated yet amused. “If I touch you again, my head might end up across the room while my body remains here next to you.”

Alviara’s heated gaze moved to Emeriel’s lips. “I’ll just focus on what’s freely given.”

She attacked Emeriel’s lips again. This kiss was deeper, filled with hunger and possession, drawing her back under.

With the mistress trapping her voice, Emeriel had no outlet for the ecstasy coursing through her trembling body as Daemonikai worshipped her there. Her orgasm built—closer… and closer—until it peaked.

Wrenching her lips away from Alviara’s, she screamed. A pitch that only rose higher as the feelings surged stronger.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Alviara’s breathless voice sounded distant, but she was watching Emeriel with ravenous, hawk-like eyes.

She wanted to hide from being seen in such a state, but between the shyness and the devastating pleasure Daemonikai was unapologetically unleashing on her, only one force won—and it wasn’t modesty.

Reaching down, she grabbed his hair and tugged sharply. “Daemon… oh—please…” Her voice was all sorts of shaky, just like her spread thighs in his death grip. “Please, oh gods, Daemon.”noveldrama

His mouth worked her brutally: tongue stroking, lips sucking, savage growls vibrating against her. He licked and raved, feasting like a beast possessed, and her body bore it all.

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Defeated by the pleasure, her head slammed back against the bed as she flung one hand over her eyes. She could do nothing but endure, her body jolting with every ruthless stroke of his tongue, every decadent pulling suck.

He’s going to be the death of me.

A soft cloth wiped her sweaty forehead, and Alviara’s whisper brushed her ear.

“You’re so sexy… too harsh?”

“Yyyeeessss,” Emeriel hissed, another scream building in her throat.

Finally, he slowed. His grip on her thighs loosened, becoming a tender cradle. His tongue grew soft, apologetic, delivering a trail of calming kisses to her poor, exposed core.

Bit by bit, Emeriel’s soul returned to her body. It was an out-of-body experience but… oh, so good.

Heavens.

“Are you okay?” Alviara whispered, with a thread of honest concern.

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