That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354
She shifted, and he raised his head, allowing her the space to move. Sliding from his lap awkwardly, down between his open legs, Emeriel straightened to her knees.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a little uncertain. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.” She reached into his loose trousers pulling him free.

Understanding dawned in his eyes and they narrowed.

Her mouth watered. “Will you let me?”

This had been on her mind since her last heat. She had enjoyed it then—perhaps a little too much. Whether that had been driven by instinct or her own desire, she still wasn’t sure. But she hadn’t gathered the courage to ask him for this again. Until now.

His eyes assessed hers. “Are you sure?”

Let me help dispel the cold. “Yes, please.” It was the first time Emeriel had ever seen him truly flaccid. And even now, in this state, he did not appear small.

He guided her head forward and Emeriel took him in.

The feel of him, the stretch of her jaw—it was all familiar. She drew back a little, lips gliding along his length, pressing a tentative kiss to his head. A timid flick became several bolder strokes as she grew more confident.

Soon, she took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, braver, until he nudged the back of her throat.

Gagging once, Emeriel withdrew only a little to steady herself. She swallowed, prepared herself, and dived down again, calmer, more determined.

He hardened quickly as she worked him, swelling in her mouth, filling her. Each pulse beneath her tongue gladdened her heart, giving her more confidence. She closed her eyes, pouring all her focus into making him feel good. Lips tightened. Tongue pressed firmer.

With every groan, she moved with more passion. Every shiver in his breath in the silent, darkened study, made her tingle.

When he tried to pull her away, Emeriel held firm, ready. His release came with a deep grunt, and she swallowed as he spilled into her throat.

She didn't let go, drawing out every last shudder, every pulse, until there was nothing left. Cleaning him thoroughly, moaning greedily, she eased him through the sensitivity until he hissed.

Only then did she pull back, feeling flushed and warm, gazing up at him with seeking eyes.

His expression had softened; some of the tension drained from him. He cupped her cheek. “Good girl.”

For you, Beloved. Always. Emeriel mewled, content. Resting her head on his thigh, staring at his half-hard length.

And because she couldn’t help herself, she leaned forward and mouthed him again.

“Fuck,” he breathed in an uneven tone. “You really do love sucking me off, don’t you, Riel?”

She hummed softly, lips around him, eyes drooped... content. She nodded, refusing to let go, even to answer.

Daemonikai hissed again from the overstimulation but made no move to stop her. His hand returned to her hair, tangled in, and rested there. “One of the most alluring aspects of you is how you transform from my straitlaced princess into my naughty little vixen."

Her eyes fluttered open, a blush flourishing high on her cheeks. Yet she smiled, lips curving around him even as she continued her slow, languid motions. Sucking, tugging, rolling him on her tongue until his hisses quieted and he relaxed once more.

With a moan of sheer eagerness, she swallowed him down again, going straight for seconds. Taking him even deeper.

Time dissolved around them.

By the time he was emptying down her throat again, and she was greedily draining him a again, her knees ached from kneeling, and her jaw throbbed from the effort. At last, reluctantly, she let him go.