Chapter 301:
Emeriel recalled his controlling voice as he ordered her to show her breasts to him in the woods, triggering a fresh wave of wetness. She began to grind against him, low moans and sighs of pleasure spilling from her lips, breaking the silence of the cottage. Gazing down at his handsome face, her affection for this male made her heart swell.
He was so incredibly stunning it was almost too much to behold him so close, so vulnerable in sleep. A fierce possessiveness took hold of her.
He is mine. Mine!
All her inhibitions were gone. She felt bold, horny, and reckless.
Rising once more, she positioned herself over his erect member, her breath hitching as the tip brushed against her swollen entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, his head parting her slick folds.
A cry spilled from her lips as the enormous head pushed into her slick entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious stretch that made her feel complete. She could almost cry at how good he felt.
His eyes opened.
Emeriel froze, her breath catching in her throat. The grand king’s eyes were sharp and alive, pinned on her with a hot, intense, burning gaze. Caught.
EMERIEL
Emeriel’s gaze locked with the grand king’s, like a mouse caught in a trap.
When had he woken? How long had he been watching her?
What should she do now? Stop and move away from him?
Emeriel whimpered. She didn’t want to stop.
Her hips moved on their own, grinding against him, because she couldn’t help herself. Emeriel rocked against him, only the tip of his head inside her, letting out a throaty moan as the pleasure built within her.
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“Look at you. Such a little slut.” His voice was low, seductively reproachful. “You don’t even care if I was asleep. You wanted it so much you were willing to steal it. Isn’t that the truth, young princess?”
Shame mingled with shyness, washing over her. Eyes lowered, Emeriel gave a jerky nod, her cheeks flushed with heat.
“You’re ashamed, yet it doesn’t stop you from moving.” He smirked.
“Stop.”
“Please…” she cried, desperately grinding against him. Oh, it felt so good. “Stop, now.”
It took every ounce of her willpower to obey. Emeriel stilled, her eyes watering.
“Good girl. Look at you, practically shaking with effort to hold that position without sinking down. You want it so much.”
“I wa-want it,” she whispered, her voice quivering with need. “Please, let me have it.”
“What do you want?” King Daemonikai watched her like a hawk, his gaze sweeping over her flushed face, down to her spread legs… zeroing in on the very point where they were intimately joined. His eyes darkened. “Say it, Galilea.”
“Your man-manhood,” her murmur was so low it was almost incoherent.
“Beg for it.”
Emeriel let out a soft whine, her arms sweeping across her face as she hid her eyes in her crocks, shaking her head.
He chuckled, obviously enjoying her struggle. “If you want it that badly, Galilea, then beg for it.”
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