That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363
These visuals... Hell on a train, they weren’t good for him. Heaven on a blade.

Her smile was dreamy and sweet. “I pretend it’s his fingers, and it feels really good to get them inside and imagine it’s him.”

Daemonikai swore under his breath.

This was cruelty. Pure, unvarnished cruelty.

And it was glorious.

Pleasure trickled down his spine as his throbbing cock got friction, rubbing against her side. When had his hips begun to move?

“And his dick…” she giggled, covering her mouth like she’d said something scandalous. “That word is funny. Dick. Dick. Dick.”

He let out a sound that might’ve been a growl. “What about his dick?” He needed to hear the rest.

“Oh, it feels… A. M. A. Z. I. N. G.” She spelled the word out slowly, her closed eyes flapping as though she could see the image clear in her mind. “It’s the only one I’ve had, you know. His dick. But ohhh, even I know it’s one of a kind.”

Daemonikai cursed again, this time in a low, rough voice. He was going to come. Right there. Just from this.

The way his body was moving on its own, grinding against her as if he were some rut-drunk male starved for release. Her voice, her praises, her downright dirty tongue—all of it was too much. He was close.

“But it hurt me, you know,” came as the softest whisper.

His hips stilled.

“His dick. Something I like so much that brings me so much pleasure… brought me so much pain, too.” A lone tear slipped from her closed lids, trailing down. “And somehow… my mind fixates on that.”

Daemonikai swallowed thickly, his chest growing heavier.

“I want to feel it again, you know. I think about how good it feels… and I anticipate how good it’s going to feel. But when he tries to enter my body, all I see… all I feel… is how good it didn’t feel. That night.” Another tear followed the first. “I wish I wouldn’t think of that night. I wish… when my beloved tries to enter my body again, all I can think about is how good it feels. How much I want to feel him again.” Her brow furrowed. “Oh, and that our bond returns. I think of that too.”

Now she grinned and the animation on her face stole his breath.

“I have wished upon the stars over and over,” she confessed in a bright, low tone. “I prayed, promising Ukrae and the moon goddess we would do better this time. We would cherish the bond, and we would never blame it for any misfortune.”

Daemonikai had made those same promises. Whispered them to the stars and to the silent gods who no longer answered him.

“I miss feeling his emotions. Being able to call out to him in times of trouble. I miss feeling him in here.” She pressed a hand to her chest, hiccupping. “And I refuse to lose hope, our bond will return. Oh, I feel very excited just thinking about it.” She bounced her hips in enthusiasm.

Daemonikai stiffened, trying to hold her still. “Wait, Emeriel—”