Page 77 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded weakly.

He rose and lifted her. She was featherlight, weighted nothing, yet felt so good in his arms. Her soft skin and delicate curves fitting perfectly against him.

There was no time for a bath as the waves would return soon,really soon,if he was not inside her, knotting her.

Laying her on the bed, he tried not to let his eyes linger on her alluring naked body. On her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her scent was distracting as hell—intoxicating andheady. Daemonikai was breathing too hard, struggling against the tremendous urge to spread her legs and thrust into her until she howled his name. To hold her open and stroke against her—

Focus. You are stronger than your rut.

Daemonikai wet a washcloth, the cool water dripping onto his hand, setting to quick work of cleaning her up, lapping the cloth against her skin.

"Give me your manhood, Your Grace. I beg of you. I have need of it." She moaned weakly, eyes glazed with lust.

Galilea parted her legs so every part of her was exposed to him, her core wet, glistening. Her musk had become even thicker, almost choking. "Give it to me, please. I cannot handle this pain, it is too much."

"I shall give it to you, sweetling."

"Please.” Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. “Please. I need it inside me."

Daemonikai cursed as the breath was punched out of him, his rut skyrocketing tenfold. Lust pumped into his system like wildfire spreading through a dry forest. His manhood so hard it hurt, and hurt, andhurt.

Throwing the washcloth aside, he covered her with his body, his weight pressing her into the mattress. A growl erupted at the feel of her body, her soft curves fitting perfectly against him, her scent enveloping him.Ukrae.

She was small, and so delicate-looking, yet somehow, the girl fit. Not only did she feel so good in his arms, but she fit him in all the right places.As if she was made for him.

"Yes, yes. Get inside me. Now, please. Fill me up. Give me your seed. Your kn-knot. I want it." She was delirious with the heat, all inhibitions forgotten.

Somehow, hearing that usually shy, hesitant mouth spout all those entreaties pleased him on a primal level. She wanted him, his dick, enough to beg for it.

Kissing her cute little pointed nose, he lined himself up, his manhood brushing against her soft folds. Taking hold of her leg, he raised it, adjusting her the way he desired.

"Now. I want it now," she cried, her head shaking side to side, her black mane fanning out around her like a dark, silken blanket. Her eyes were closed, her face, a picture of raw hunger. "Give menow. I want it so much.So much."

He plunged inside her, cursing as her body closed around him like a drooling, warm glove.

"Yesssss," Her eyes closed in pleasure, nails digging into his skin. "Thank you so much."

Galilea's body welcomed him in a way that made his head spin, hugging his manhood like it wished to keep him there forever.

She felt incredible.Home.

"More." She moved desperately. "Give memore."

He gave her more, thrusting deeper. Watching the way her eyes danced, her head lolling to the side, her lips slack in absolute ecstasy. Her hair fanned out around her like a silken halo, damp with sweat.

Virgins on a spike, she was unbelievably sexy.No one had the right to be as beautiful as Galilea.

"You feel me so good. 'Tissss good," she slurred as if intoxicated.

He stroked deep, brushing against the soft, spongey barrier. Daemonikai growled at the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him. Her womb had descended, her heat at its peak.

Plunging in again, he stroked herthereagain, her womb's mouth fluttering, attempting to suck his dickhead in.

She jerked under him. "Oooooh yesssss. I need it, I need it. Love your m-manhood inside me." Her face bare with pure enjoyment, her slack mouth making a droll.Ukrae, he had not seen anything more attractive.

"Good girl. You are taking me so well." He leaned forward, giving her more of his weight, as he kissed her open mouth, tasting the sweetness that was her.

She hummed, kissing him back. It held desire and enthusiasm but also innocence and inexperience. Galilea was like a pure sunflower, blooming amid roses.

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