Page 121 of The Princess and Her Grand King

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Emeriel was dead to the world.

Her Beloved was relentless, the echoes of what he’d done to her remaining in every fiber of her being.

The rainstorm of pleasure had passed, but the aftershocks still raked her body.

She had never thought it was possible to feel like this. Without the fog of heat and its hormonal lust, she hadn’t expected sex—true intimacy—to bring her pleasure. She had trusted Daemonikai not to hurt her, but she hadn’t dared to hope for more than that.

But, what she had just experienced… Heavens. It wasbeyondanything she could have imagined.

“Emeriel?” His deep baritone broke through the roaring in her ears.

Was he calling her name, or was that just her own heartbeat echoing in her skull? She wasn’t sure.

Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, the dim room swimming back into focus.

“Riel?” This time, his voice was clearer.

Propping herself up on one arm, she looked down at him.

The sight of him—Grand King Daemonikai, her Beloved, lying between her legs—did things to her insides. Emeriel had to fight the urge not to attempt closing her legs again.

He was staring at her exposed body with an intensity that made her want to shrink and hide, yet also set her heart racing.

“I know what I’m seeing, but…” he said slowly, brows knitted, his voice filled with disbelief. “I can’t believe…” He shook his head, still gawking at herthere.

“Huh? I don't understand," she said, her voice groggy, head muddled from the aftermath of ecstasy.

Raising his head, their eyes met. She saw the raw emotion flaming in his eyes.

“You’ve never had sex outside your heat?” he asked, sounding so confused.

He knew.

Heat rose to Emeriel's cheeks, spreading down her neck. She looked away.

"No, look at me."

She stared into those green eyes that held lust, savagery and… tenderness.

“No one has ever touched you outside your heat, Emeriel?”

Not even during heat, my Beloved. I’ve been on suppressants for two years now because I can’t bear another’s hand on me. I want no man’s touch but yours. You are all I want in the world.

Emeriel swallowed those thoughts, soft feelings for this male curling in her chest.

“Never at all? Not even once?” Something very possessive and fiercely tender crossed his features.

She shook her head, her face burning with embarrassment. There was no point in denying it.

“These past two years…” His gaze dropped back to her core, lingering. “I’m your first…everything. Your first knot, your first feeder…” His voice faltered as he swallowed hard. “And now, I get to take your virginity too?”

Her throat tightened, eyes stinging with tears. She blinked hard, swallowing the lump rising.

Lowering his head, King Dameonikai pressed a reverent kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then another, each one soft and worshipful.

“How did an ancient like me get so blessed?” he groaned against her skin, his lips brushing tenderly over her.

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