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

Chapter 771:

“Shhh…” He smoothed back the strands of hair stuck to her temple, tucking them behind her ear.

Her gaze roamed their surroundings again. And…

“She’s gone. Her work here is done.” Daemonikai kissed her sweaty nose. “How do you feel, sweetling?”

“Perfect.” She moved, drawing him deeper. “Really perfect.”

“That’s all I want to hear.” His smile was faint, but full of pride and tenderness. “You are perfect, and you should always feel perfect. Heavens, I’m so proud of you.”

Her hand trembled where it rested on his cheek. “My king…”

“You are the strongest female I know. I love you so damn much, Emeriel.” He kissed another trail of tears from her cheek. “Thank you for this. You have no idea how incredible this feels—fuck, you have no idea how good it is to be inside you like this again.”noveldrama

His forehead rested against hers.

“I want to move so badly, but I could stay like this… stay joined with you, not moving, for the rest of the night, and it would be enough. That’s how much I’ve missed you. That’s how much I’ve missed your body, Emeriel.”

“I feel the same,” she managed, lips trembling. The tears just wouldn’t stop.

He began to move—stroking into her, seating himself deeper with every smooth, controlled thrust.

“You have become the most precious thing in all the world to me.”

Emeriel wept quietly, pleasure rising within her again, her heart feeling too full—like a goblet filled beyond the rim.

He moved faster, though still gentle—different from his usual roughness, but no less intense. She felt every glide of his dick and surrendered to it, letting the tides of his love and his body sweep her away.

At some point, Daemonikai shifted them. He laid her onto her side, coming behind her, cradling her belly with his large, warm hand. Emeriel turned her head, and their lips found each other in a slow kiss. This. This was all she had ever wanted. This closeness, belonging… this sacred connection.

She couldn’t put into words what swelled inside her chest. So she spoke the words she could.

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“I love you,” Emeriel whispered. “I love you so much, Daemonikai.”

And as her climax rose, tumbling her over the edge, she gave a keening cry as bliss after bliss rolled through her, claiming her soul, warming her heart.

Her toes curled, hands clutching at the sheets as she rode the ecstasy he gave her without relent.

He groaned low against her neck, emptying inside her, warmth rushing deep. It triggered another release, and she cried out, deaf and blind to the world around her—except him. Just him.

Somewhere in that haze, she felt him moving her again, adjusting their position. When the roaring in her ears faded and she returned to herself, she realized something had changed.

Something… was different.

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