That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368
Emeriel was crying now, but laughing too, the sound a mess of both.

Her male did not care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and unrestrained. “I can feel you,” he murmured between kisses.

“I c-can feel you too,” she choked out, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach.

“Your scent… Ukrae, your fucking scent…” His sniffing grew loud, frantic, crazed. Rubbing his nose and mouth along her neck, her shoulder, her breasts. “I knew you smelled good, incredible, but now—gods, the seven gods—your scent is amplified. What the—”

He growled, then purred, vibrating against her as his phallus stiffened once again, hard and hot behind her.

“I need to have you again. I can’t… gods!” One strong hand lifted her leg as he lined himself up again, and with a jerky thrust, he was inside her once more.

She gasped, nuzzling her head against his chest. The feeling... it was out of this world. Beyond words and comprehension.

“I’m too deep,” he rumbled, holding her tightly. “Do you feel discomfort? Should I pull back?”

“No,” she managed through the rush of sensation. “You feel… so good.”

“Fuck… fuck.” His hips moved uncoordinated as if he couldn’t help himself. Pulling her back into him, resting her head on the bed only to bury his face in her neck. There he stayed, breathing her in, his hips moving in short, hard thrusts, his breath harsh against her skin.

One of his hands cradled their child, the other laced their fingers together.

Feeling each other’s emotions was something else entirely. His were crazy. Wild. Intense.

And for the first time, Emeriel saw herself through his mind’s eye, and what she saw stole her breath. She had always known Daemonikai was intense. But this? She had never imagined it.

His love, hunger, and need. It was all-consuming.

He kept breathing her in, scenting her, his tongue dragging over the tender skin of her neck, raving at it with every driving thrust inside her. Tears of immense joy and disbelief fell again.

I am this beautiful to him?

His reverence for her body, his obsession. He wants to live inside me.

“It’s alright,” he growled into her throat. “Look all you want, my star. My shields are down. See everything. Words were never my strong suit, but I’ve always wanted to show you how I see you. What you are to me. How you feel to me.” His teeth scraped her skin. “Look all you want, and fucking unravel for me as you always do. Only this time… do it knowing how addictive I find you.”

Her climax slammed into her. She shook apart in his arms, breaking with a raw cry.

“Yes,” he hissed, his strokes deeper, savage. “Come apart knowing your presence, your pleasure, your body… is my moonlight festival.” His lips hot on her skin. “Clench around my cock knowing how well I eat that shit up.”

Her cries rose, wild and high, her face flushing deep red.

“Fuck, you’re soaking me, Emeriel,” he groaned, teeth gritted. “Your sweet little cunt is giving me a goddamned bath. You sexy little sea nymph.”

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