That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 255

Chapter 255 

Chapter 255 

PRINCESS EMERIEL 

“…I’m sorry for the wounds that ran too deep, the ones that scarred over.” He dropped his weight, grinding his thick, hard erection against her. 

She gasped, awareness reigniting in her body, desire coiling tight in her belly despite the mind–shattering release she’d experienced just moments ago. 

“My pretty Riel.” 

Unable to bear hearing any more of his heartbreaking, heart–healing words, Emeriel surged up, capturing his lips in a frantic kiss. 

She poured all her pain, her longing, her love into the kiss, tasting his lips, his essence. Her eyes slid closed, surrendering to their passion. 

For endless minutes, their lips battled together, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. 

His kisses made Emeriel feel like she’d had ten gallons of ale. Her mind sluggish, her limbs heavy. 

My Beloved. Mine. 

How will I live without you? 

me to an end, his big body was taut with desire hunger burning in ha 

When the gaze. 

She parted her legs in a silent invite. “Inside, please.” 

“I st 

one more thing to apologize for,” he said in the gentlest tone. “This is going to hurt.” 

“It’s okay.” Emeriel blinked up at him. “I know your… um, size. We have done… uhm, this before.” 

He shook his head, apologetic. “You were in heat, it’s not the same.” 

Eyes searching hers, he pushed forward. 

Or tried to. 

Emeriel felt the pressure of his length nudged against her. Once. Twice. 

But each attempt brought a growing burn. A building discomfort 

“You are… shit,” he groaned, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. “So fucking tight.” 

He pressed again, and this time, she couldn’t hold back a cry. 

“Did you get… bigger?” she gasped. 

“No, Beloved, you got way smaller.” He kissed her shoulder. Lifting himself a bit, he bore down again. “It’s okay. We will make it fit. I want to be inside you so bad.” 

She squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed further, the pleasure ebing while the ache between her legs grew sharper. She bit her lip hard, trying to muffle her sounds of pain. 

But his fingers touched her lips, separating them. “Don’t hurt yourself, dearling.” 

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As he gave a firmer push, a bit more of him slid inside, making her wince. Her face contorted, and the corners of her eyes 

watered. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice full of guilt, his hand soothing her trembling form. 

“Do it once,” she breathed. “All at once. No stopping halfway.” 

“No, it will be really painful…” 

“It’s better than suffering the slow, gradual pain. Best to rip off the wound bindings.” 

He hesitated, his expression torn. Then he gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening. 

Taking both her hands in his, he lifted them above her head, intertwining their fingers. 

Emeriel glanced up at him, dread and anticipation swirling in her chest as she braced herself as best she could. 

“I’m sorry. And don’t worry, after this part, I’m going to give you so much pleasure, you will properly lose consciousness a few times,” he whispered. “Tonight, Riel, I’m going to reach the deepest part of you, where courting and talking never did.” 

Then, Daemonikai bore down hard, breaking through her body’s barrier, burying himself to the hilt. 

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MISTRESS SINAI 

She paced the cramped dungeon, her footsteps stomping from one edge of the space to the other. She was losing her mind. 

While the rest of the world slept, Sinai was trapped here, only her thoughts for company. 

When she was first thrown into this wretched prison, fear was all she felt. 

Every moment, she had braced herself for Daemonikai’s arrival, dreading it, counting the seconds until the inevitable confrontation. 

Thinking of all the ways she would lie her way through his anger, disappointment, and punishments. 

But as the days stretched into a week, Sinai realized there was something far more terrifying than Daemonikai’s wrath. His silence. 

Not a single visit. Not a word sent. Not even the faintest trace of acknowledgment. 

She had been thrown into this dark, claustrophobic hole, like discarded trash, left to rot. 

There was no contact from anyone, no interrogation, nothing but the oppressive stillness and the sound of her own breathing. 

At first, she felt insulted. How dare they ignore me!? 

But then it became oddly comforting–no questions meant no accusations, no humiliations. 

And now, that comfort had given way to fury. 

“He cannot stay away forever,” Sinai muttered, stomping back and forth, her hands clenching and unclenching. “He cannot 

without blood for long. He needs me. I am his bloodhost. He will come. He has to.” 

go 

But even as she said those words, a cold voice in the back of her mind mocked her. You’ve been saying that every day, haven’t you? And yet… here you are. 

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