Page 121 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

Aekeira’s mind went blank, pleasure surging through her like wildfire. It consumed her, coursing through every nerve in her body.

Deep in her belly, a tension began to coil, tightening with every stroke. Pushing her closer to the edge...

"I wish you were a Syren, Aekiera," he whispered against her skin. “I wouldunleashon you. I would fuck you so hard, no one else would ever compare. I would ruin you for any other male."

"Lord Vladya," she whimpered, her toes curling. Unbelievable swarms of sensations caused a riot in her. Aekeira's vision blurred, body quaking.

"Ukrae." His pace faltered. "I need to ravage you from the inside. Fill every hole you possess with my seed until it leaks from those gaping holes."

The gods... His mouth!Aekeira held the sheets in a death grip, hiding her flushed face against the sheet as fresh liquid leaked from her.

"I need to be inside your womb. So badly, it almost hurts to fight it."

She froze. The cloud of lust and pleasure lifted a bit. Memories rushed back, vivid and sharp, of the last time he’d had that instinct with her.It had hurt so much.

Panic surged.I have to get away…

"No. Don’t." The grand lord's hold on her hip tightened, stilling her struggle. The kiss he pressed to the top of her head was soft. "I will fight it. Icanfight it."

Picking up the pace again, he slammed into Aekeira so hard she yelped.

"You will not get away from me," he gritted out, driving into her with another brutal thrust. And another. Each one harder than the last.

Ecstasy tore through her,unrelenting, flooding her senses as if the pleasure had never ceased. Until thoughts disappeared again, and all she could feel washim.Everywhere.

"Oh gods, oh god, ahhh," she let out a song of unintelligible words, wrecked on his fat dick.

He took her like an animal. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, and harsh.

Oh, she was definitely going to feel him fordaysafter this.

That coiled tension deep in her belly wound tighter and tighter, until it finally…snapped.

Aekeira screamed as she shattered, convulsing. The force of her release so powerful it felt as though she were tumbling through the air, weightless and lost in bliss.

But Lord Vladya didn’t slow. His moves became primal, each thrust almost feral. She heard him groan loudly, but it sounded distant.

Her orgasm stretched on, impossibly long, her body quaking beneath him as wave after wave of sensation fried her brains to a puddle.Gods. Gods.

Lost in the ocean of sensations, everything she felt was amplified.Devilish gods. Holy souls of the spirits.

Aekeira had no idea how long she floated, but by the time she regained her senses, his weight was pressing her down into the mattress, pinning her flat on her stomach. His chest heaved against hers, his breath ragged and uneven.

She hadn’t noticed him coming, hadn’t felt the familiar burn of his semen as it coated her insides. But now, she felt it. Thick, not-so-warm, dripping out of her in slow streams.

Absolutely filthy. But that was okay, Aekeira liked being filthy for him.

As she fell asleep, her love shone radiantly in her heart.

I love you, Lord Vladya.

I might never be brave enough to say it aloud, but just as the ocean never dries up, what I feel for you, will probably exist... forever.

Emeriel woke slowly, disoriented.

Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and her mouth felt parched.

She groaned softly, only to flinch at the discomfort lancing through her shoulders and back. Something rigid pressed against her spine. A pole.

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