That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 

A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again. 

Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Dacmonikai’s large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed. 

“Please, I need you,” she whispered, biting her lips. 

His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight. 

“Your Grace?” Her voice was tentative. Cautious. 

He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him. 

“Human,” he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust. 

Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receeding. 

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. The scum of the earth. I am going to kill you all. Every. 

Last. One.” 

Surging from his chair, he moved with anger and grace, and in a few strides, was upon her, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply. 

It was so unexpected that Emeriel froze. She couldn’t breathe. And his hands only tightened. 

“Dae–Daemonikai,” she choked out. 

Vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes. And because her luck sucked, the next wave of her heat crashed over her. 

A scream tore from her throat, muffled by his hand. Trapped in her constricting airway. The pain was excruciating. All- consuming. A thousand times worse by the lack of oxygen. 

She writhed and bucked. Hurts so much! Emeriel screamed in her mind, her vision fading to black. Lost in the abyss of pain she was vaguely aware of the pressure on her throat easing. She gasped for air, her lungs burning with the sudden influx of oxygen. 

Distantly, she heard the sound of ragged breathing. A soothing voice murmuring unintelligible words. 

More screams. 

The wave of pain continued its brutal assault. Sawing at her insides, holding her captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when she thought she couldn’t endure another second, the pain began to recede. 

It left her trembling and weak. 

“I am sorry, Galilea,” a familiar voice whispered. 

-King Daemonikai’s hand was gentle now, caressing her cheek, his eyes searching her face with concern. Tenderness. 

Emeriel’s eyes, teary and strained, met his. She lay on her back, him atop her. His other hand entwined with hers, his body nestled between her spread legs. He was inside her again. 

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, remorse in his eyes. She nodded her throat tight with unshed tears. 

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Chapter 142 

The grand king stroked her gently. Languid. “I lost iny head for moment. Almost killed you.” His gaze fell to her neck, a frown marring his features, likely seeing the bruises Emeriel knew were forming. “I could have killed you.” 

“I’m fine, her voice was hoarse. Pain and relief mingled. “Please, do not stop. It hurts.” 

“I won’t,” he said, catching the tear falling down her cheek. His touch gentle as he picked up the pace, giving her what her body so desperately craved. 

His member, so big and hard, touched her in all the right places His strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated, guiding her from one trembling climax to another, 

“Yes, yesss. Just like that,” Emeriel cried, her words tumbling out unchecked as she clung to him, riding out the cresting waves taking what was left of her breath. 

He targeted her most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy. Cramming his length against her swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her cries turned into a scream, her legs locked around him, as he pounded her there, over and over and over again. 

“So good,” she wailed, losing herself in the sweetly brutal tide of sensations. Violent, spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering climax. Riding the tides of another heart–stopping, mind–blowing release. 

Emeriel’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her fingers clenched in his firm grasp, head shaking frantically from side to side. Her inner walls squeezing and squeezing around him.