"Yes, yesss. Just like that," Emeriel cried, her words tumbling out unchecked as she clung to him, riding out the cresting waves taking what was left of her breath.

He targeted her most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy. Cramming his length against her swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her cries turned into a scream, her legs locked around him, as he pounded herthere, over and over andoveragain.

"So good," she wailed, losing herself in the sweetly brutal tide of sensations. Violent, spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering climax. Riding the tides of another heart-stopping, mind-blowing release.

Emeriel’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her fingers clenched in his firm grasp, head shaking frantically from side to side. Her inner walls squeezing andsqueezingaround him.

“Fuck, you are strangling my cock.”

Emeriel was beginning to come to terms with the fact that her beloved had a very filthy mouth. In another situation, she might have been embarrassed, but now she could only let out a needy moan. Eyes closed, her face etched with the blatant ecstasy he was giving her.Heavens, he feels so good inside.

His movements faltered. Pulling out, he flipped her around with her back to him, positioning himself behind her before plunging back in. Each thrust striking her overstimulated flesh still quivering from the aftershocks of climax.

Only when Emeriel began to yell, "I've had enough, I've had enough," her voice breaking as she begged for mercy, did he finally let go.

He came with a roar. His large frame tensed, then locked in place, as spurts of warm cum flooded her inside.

Emeriel came again with a weak, tremulous cry. Body languid, tears streaming down her face.

His knot grew, locking in on her oversensitive walls. Emeriel sobbed, the sensation so exquisitely intense it skirted the fine line between pleasure and pain.

So good it hurts. Hurts so good.

“I know,” he murmured, his face buried in the crook of her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck as he drew a lungful of her scent inside him. “I know, sweet one.”

She had said it out loud then. She really had no filter during heat.

His weight was massive, but Emeriel did not say a word—it felt good. Even if she was half-afraid any movement from him might trigger another out-of-body experience, and she really wasn't sure she could handle any more. So, she remained still, basking in the afterglow of being mounted within an inch of her life.

Until his voice broke through.

“I think it will be better for another male to see you through your heat, little princess.”

Chapter twenty

THE FEMALE WHO IS DIFFERENT

Emerielstiffened.Herinsidesturned cold. "No."

King Daemonikai shifted, pulling her closer as he settled on his side. More aftershocks of pleasure rocked her with his movement, and she whimpered.So full.

"I almost killed you when I rose from that brief sleep," he said in that deep, soothing tone behind her. "I thought it might be possible, so I left the bed. But it obviously was of no use. If it happens again, I might actually kill you, Galilea."

I don't mind.The words caught in her throat as Emeriel's belly dropped. Oh, she had it bad. So bad that she genuinely did not care if he killed her, as long as it was him here, spending this heat with her.

"I don't want another male, Your Grace." The mere thought was like a thousand needles dancing across her skin.

"Leah…"

Emeriel, Your Grace.Her middle name had never sounded so good coming from anyone, but she wished she could hear him call her by the name she really answered to. Emeriel.

"I can't bear another's touch," she croaked. Emeriel would die first.

"Perhaps. But you can bear your betrothed’s. It was wrong of me to take you from him, to challenge him for your heat," he grimaced. "No male should do that to another. He likely did not fight me because of who I am."

"You were in a rut."

"It does not make it right," he countered. "He was too, I could sense it. He would have fought me in a duel, for you."