Page 92 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

Loud, shameless moans came from Emeriel's throat as she basked in the profound pleasure. So indescribable.

Half of him was in her cervix, so sensitive she felt every glide. Emeriel never imagined it could feel this good, this incredible, tobe joined like this with another. Witnessing Keira being sexually abused many times, she had never imagined it could actually feel like this.

With the beast, there was always the pain to accompany the pleasure. Never the raw, pure euphoria she had felt these past few days. It surpassed any expectations.

Her thoughts blanked as her climax crashed through her, and she cried out, quivering under yet another peak of ecstasy. He continued stroking, plunging, taking her through the deep waves of her release. Only after it passed did he slow his thrusts, eventually pulling out and coaxing her to turn over.

Emeriel lay on her belly, resting her cheek against the cool, fresh sheet, feeling her beloved's body align perfectly with hers from head to toe. His weight pressed down on her, knocking the breath from her lungs, yet she found the heaviness strangely comforting.

Shifting, he raised his torso slightly. Using his legs, he gathered hers together, holding them firmly closed. Emeriel felt his hands on her, parting her cheeks, before three fingers plunged into her anal region.

Whimpering, she buried her face in the sheets, bracing herself. Worried, yet waiting.

"Do not be afraid, little one," the grand king murmured. "Outside of your heat, I would never seek to mount you here without your express permission. I am well aware of my size and how untouched you are there, it would be painful."

His fingers gently prodded, exploring deeper, sending hot fires cascading through her. "But now, during your heat, your body is not only ready but craving for this. Your heat demands it, making lubricant for you, pleading for your male to come home... here. To claim your every opening, leaving nowhere untouched. To coat his semen in here and mark you."

Emeriel sobbed. Three fingers felt liketen, her pleasure magnified.

He prepared her meticulously, prodding and stroking, pushing her to the brink of insanity. Trembling uncontrollably beneath him, Emeriel was feverish with ecstasy. It was too intense. She cravedmore.

"Take me, please," her desperate plea was muffled by the sheet.

She tried to wiggle, but he leaned forward, his weight holding her still. He continued to prepare her, slowly adding more fingers, stretching and teasing, until more cries escaped her parched throat. The crescendo built, and Emeriel teetered on yet another orgasm.

Only then did he withdraw his fingers. His familiar hardness poised at her entrance, letting out a drawn-out moan at the sheer pleasure as he thrust home, burying all of him inside at once.

Feeling himtherewas weird, yet pleasant.Stuffed to the brim.Withdrawing, he plunged in again.

"Yesssss," she panted, "More."

In short, hard thrusts, King Daemonikai owned her in a way she’d never thought was possible. It was almost too much, every nerve-ending was alight with ecstatic bliss.

Her corethrobbed, flowing with so much liquid Emeriel was beginning to think she might be a nymph.Only a sea nymph would gush this much liquid, right?

Apparently, even Syrens.

The grand king began a rhythm that had her making incoherent, unintelligible noises and singing like a canary. Loud cries and prolonged moans reverberated through the air, mixing with the filthy slap of skin against skin.

In a distant part of her mind, Emeriel knew she should have feltashamed. She was a lady, yet here she was, moaning like a seasoned whore. Begging for more of his sweet member. Begginghim to ravish her until she was lost in the heavens. This behavior defied every standard of etiquette. It was utterlyunladylike.

Yet, shame was the furthest thing from her mind as she screamed at the top of her voice.

The full-heat truly did act as a protective cloak, shielding her from shyness and shame, while unleashing the most wanton part of her. It feltright, to want him this way… unabashed. Uninhibited.

Emeriel was exactly where she belonged, right under this male. Her Alpha. Her Beloved.Mine.

She was his to command. Pinned beneath him, unable to move, taking the strokes he gave, she was his to own. And he didnothold back.

Emeriel screamed, erupting into another blinding orgasm that had her squeezing her eyes so much, she feared they might pop.

He deepened his thrusts, even after she collapsed. Each stroke drawing low, guttural groans from him. Emeriel could listen to those sounds all day. They were a different kind of addiction.

His hand captured hers, pinning them on either side of her head as he lowered his face to hers, his breath mingling with her own, and truly fucked her life away.

"It feels... much," Emeriel gasped, drooling on the sheet. She waswrecked.

"I know, young princess," he murmured, and she felt a kiss on her nape. "I know."

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