Page 86 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

He didn’t react.

Encouraged, Emeriel's touch grew bolder. She traced the length of his flaccid member with delicate fingers, marveling at its size and smoothness. As she continued to explore, she felt it twitch, swelling beneath her touch. Growing larger, thicker, harder.

Suppressing another moan, Emeriel's throat grew parched with desire. Her other hand found her nipple, tweaking and playing with it as she continued to stroke him. Rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers, jolts of pleasure coursed through her body, making her gasp. His mushroom-shaped head was large and enticing. The memory of how it had felt inside her earlier made her burn.

And his knot...

A small moan escaped her. It was intense, almost uncomfortable, but she was addicted. His manhood stood proud now, fully erect and pulsing. So breathtakingly beautiful.

She stole another glance at his face. No reaction, eyes still closed.

Surely, she could, maybe, sit on it, right? Could she dare to take her pleasure while he slept, none the wiser? She needed,needed, to feel him inside once more.

Emeriel cautiously rose, moving quietly, straddling him with care. The sheer size of his body made her spread her legs wide to accommodate his broad frame. Settling onto his powerful thighs, a rush of sensation surged through her. The position felt good.

Should she be doing this?

Maybe not. King Daemonikai might wake up disoriented and confused again. Or angry.

The thought of his deep, authoritative voice reprimanding her, all hard and growly, didn’t scare her, it sounded tempting. Or perhaps he would adopt that commanding tone of the grand king, stern and powerful. She liked that too.

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 spilled 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's gaze held the grand king's like a mouse caught in a trap. When did he awake? How long had he been watching her?

What should she do? Stop and move 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 fucked her hungry channel with just the tip of his head, letting out a throaty moan as the pleasure built within her.

"Look at you. Such a little slut." His voice was low, seductively reproachful. "You don't even care if I was asleep. You want it so much you were willing to steal it. Is that not the truth, young princess?"

Shame mingled with shyness, washing over her. Eyes lowered, Emeriel gave a jerky nod, her cheeks flushing with heat.

"You are ashamed, yet it doesn't stop you from moving.” He smirked. “Stop.”

“Please…” she cried, desperately grinding against him. Oh, so good.

“Stop, now.”

It took every ounce of her willpower to obey. Emeriel stilled, her eyes watering.

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