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

Chapter 560
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Chapter 560: His eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling fast against hers. "You're alright," she soothed, willing him to believe it. "It's just a nightmare. You are safe." "Emeriel?" His voice was disoriented, his eyes darting over her face.

"Yes, it's me." She adjusted herself to better see his face, her hands brushing the damp hair away from his sweat-soaked brow. He looked like a man who had clawed his way back from hell. "Do you still have these dreams frequently? Or is it because of... what happened?" Losing our child.

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"Occasionally," he said hoarsely. "But... I can't think of this now. I wish not to think about it." There was a wild, desperate look on his face. "I need to forget. Helpforget." "What do you need?" "I need you. Need to be inside you." What he was asking for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. "Fuck, I apologize. I shouldn't ask this of you. What am I doing? I—" "Hey, it's okay, dearest." She pulled him closer and rolled onto her back, parting her thighs. Lifting the hem of her nightgown, she bared herself for him. "Here..." "No, I can't use you like this. It's not fair to you. I—" He swallowed hard, fighting himself.

"I want you to. I'm your woman, My Grand King. Lettake care of you," she coaxed him, urging him forward. "Useif it helps ease the pain." Conflict warred in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you." "I'm offering willingly because I want this. Please don't makebeg. I want to feel you insideagain." Updates loaded at ga☐☐ovs.co "Emeriel..." Gratitude and relief softened his tormented gaze. With a sharp exhale, he moved between her legs, his hands shaking as he hastily removed his pants.

His arousal pressed against her femininity, but he didn't enter.

Grasping the neckline of her garment, ripping it with one tug, he exposed the soft curves of her breast. Dipping his head, his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking it hungrily.

Emeriel bit her lip, her breath catching. Her breasts still tender.

Yet, she cradled his head closer, holding him to her.

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"Yes, I love you so much. My powerful, powerful man." The murmurs poured naturally from her lips, warmth rising within her. "My Beloved." He growled low in his throat, his mouth tugging hard on her nipple while his hand kneaded and pressed the other breast.

He sucked with the enthusiasm of a her feel every starving man, making Sending strong suction. Sending pull, every strong sharp pulses of pleasure straight to her core.

Emeriel's desire stirred, rising with every touch... every pull of his mouth. She was beginning to suspect her dearest had a particular fondness for breasts.

There was something deeply erotic about the sight of him like this, clinging to her, lost in his hungern while EmerieNheld him close. Eyes closed, his cheeks hollowed with each suckle, and she couldn't stop the soft moan slipping from her lips as she tried not to squirm.