That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392
EPILOGUE B

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She gasped as he flicked her clit, over and over again, building tension. Soon she was wiggling, twitching, hips shifting restlessly, seeking more.

Daemonikai was burning, yet his mouth never left her breast. Arousal pounded through him, but beneath it—deeper, hungrier—was peace. There was something sacred, yet utterly obscene about this, in how her breast felt against his tongue, the rich rush down his throat, and the soft sounds she made.

“Mmm.” His eyes slitted shut as time dissolved. Her moans grew louder, hips grinding against his thigh, but he didn’t relent. Not until her back arched and she came with a cry, her pussy fluttering around nothing.

He switched breasts, sealing his lips around the other nipple, drinking her in as his fingers resumed their torment—circling her clit just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy.

She squirmed, sobbing, her slick painting his thighs. “Daemon… please. Please.”

He ignored her. Not yet.

Only when the flow dwindled to drops, then drained into nothing, did he finally release her. Her nipples were red and well-abused.

Emeriel looked down at him, a vision of wrecked lust—lips parted, eyes hooded, her chest heaving. “Please,” she breathed again.

"What do you want, pretty princess?" His lips dragged over her nipple, tender yet demanding. "Tell me."

She rotated her hips, using her body to speak.

"Words, my radiant star." His palm pressed firmly against her core, claiming. "This belongs to me."

A breathless gasp. "Yes, it does."

"Mine."

"Yours."

His growl vibrated against her skin. "I love you, Emeriel." He took her mouth in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue—a savage brand of ownership. When he pulled back, his voice was a rough whisper against her lip. "I love you so damn much."

Softness in her eyes, fingers tangling in his hair. "I love you too."

"Now tell me to fuck you, Riel." His cock twitched against her thigh, heavy with need. "My dick is yours. Anytime. Anywhere. I want you to look me in the eyes and ask for what belongs to you."

Her face flamed. "Daemon..."

"Ask for it like you fucking own it." His thumb circled her clit, just once—a taunt. "Like it’s yours. Because it doesn’t belong to any other female. Just you."

"Fuck me,” she blurted out.

"Hell yes," he praised, nipping her jaw. "That’s how it’s done."

"Fuck my body, Daemon.”

“Your pussy, beautiful Riel.” He growled. “Tell me.”

“Fuck my p-pussy.” Emboldened, she arched against him, her voice shaking but fierce. “Give me the dick that belongs to me.”

“Gods, yes! Want me to pound you so fucking hard you scream the whole chamber down?”

More of her wetness pooled on his thigh. “Yes, fuck me so good, please. I really want your dick inside me.”

Damn. She was everything—shy and bold, trembling yet demanding. And his.