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

Chapter 690
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Chapter 690: He groaned, holding her waist tighter.

Her head lolled, body growing heavier.

Daemonikai caught her, sliding a hand beneath the back of her head to keep it from rolling. Her breaths grew uneven, hitching slightly, her chest rising and falling faster.

Heat traveled through his veins, his cock pulsing in response.

Straining against his pants. Aching with lust.

He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the rush of arousal that slammed into him. Dieties, he had missed her. "I feel so hot," Emeriel whined.

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Daemonikai let out ragged breaths through his nose, his restraint wearing thin with each second. He could feel the dampness seeping through her undergarments, pressing against him. Her slick soaked through the thin material, and fucking hell, it was right there, teasing, tempting...

By the the withdrew his fangs and sealed the wound, his control had packed up and left, and she was trembling in his arms.

In a blur of movement, Daemonikai rolled them, pinning her under him in the sheets. She panted, breathless, her eyes dark with heat. Her legs opened for him, her thighs shifting to accommodate him. Her nightgown bunched up, pooling around her hips.

Daemonikai exhaled heavily, grinding his cock against her core, nudging at her opening. She went still.

Eyes glazed with lust stared at him, but did not see him.

"Are you alright?” he asked in a heavy voice filled with desire.

She did not answer at first.

Daemonikai curled his fingers around the sheets beside her head, keeping his body hovering over hers but not moving. Instead, he waited for her 'go ahead'.

gvlnovo! Continue reading It was difficult. Downright torture, yet he held still.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said at last, but there was a slight tremor to her voice.

"Do not stop." Daemonikai hesitated. Then, he pushed forward, just a little.

She cried out, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.

His chest constricted.

"Emeriel..." "I-I will be fine," she gasped, sucking in deep, shaky breaths.

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"Just... givea moment." She was fighting the demons you gave her.

Something went cold inside him.

Guilt rose like a living thing, wrapping Štribs its claws around his ribs and sinking deep. Her small tremors of desire had turned to real shaking.

Daemonikai swallowed against the heaviness in his throat and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Take all the tyou need." For a long while, he simply stayed there, his forehead resting lightly against hers.

Slowly, her breathing evened. The rigidity in her limbs eased. The fingers grabbing the sheets loosened.

When she finally opened her eyes, he was met with deep blue eyes, wet with unshed tears.

A dagger slashed through his chest.

His beast made a broken sound and e retreated and his hunger... dulled.