Page 130 of The Princess and Her Grand King

At some point, she found herself on her hands and knees while he hammered into her from behind.

The growls and wild snarls she had come to associate with his pleasure mingled with her moans. Her Beloved couldn’t get enough of her, just as she couldn't of him.

“Ohhhh,” she cried, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps as another wave of ecstasy dragged her under, her body convulsing.

Yet the grand king didn’t slow. His strokes never faltered even as she thrashed beneath him.

At one point, Emeriel was barely conscious from all the orgasms he’d pulled from her. She barely registered him moving her, positioning her at the edge of the bed, spreading her limp legs apart before burying himself deep once more.

He didn’t let her catch her breath. He made true of every threat, making her feeldevoured.

“Daemon… ahhh, Daemon.” Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere along the endless hours of the night, she couldn’t remember why.

His name became her litany, spilling from her lips like a prayer, over and over as he drove into her, taking her through every inch of the mattress.

“I know I should let you rest,” he growled, his voice rough with hunger as he pounded into her. “It’s your first time, your body doesn’t need this much strain. But for the life of me, I can’t seem… to get… enough of you.”

He folded her in half, pinning her legs against her chest as he angled himself deeper. “You’re so sweet. Fuck, too sweet.”

The next thrust hit her gland so perfectly, so deeply. Emeriel gasped as the pleasure increased beyond her capacity to take it.

And then it happened. She saw stars—literally.

Bright, twinkling stars exploded behind her eyes as a cataclysmic orgasm barreled into her. She screamed his name so loud she half-expected the windows to shatter along with her, then she burst into tears.

Fat drops trailed down her cheeks as she cried through this release.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked when she could breathe again.

"I'm sorry, Beloved." He didn't sound apologetic in the least.

"Please, Daemon…stop. You make me feel too…much!" Emeriel sobbed, her head shaking weakly from side to side.

“Feel it all, Riel,” he commanded, his hips rotating against hers, drawing out every sensation. “I want you to feel every single emotion I evoke in you on this bed. Feel them so you never forget. Feel them so you never hide from me again.”

“Too much, Daemon, " She was drowning in the sea of ecstasy. “I feel… I feel… It’s too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at his broad chest, but it was no use. He was immovable.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” Daemonikai groaned into her ear. “I think I have just discovered a new hobby in my old age. Making you come."

He’s destroying me from the inside out. How will I ever recover from this?

"I used to think watching fireworks explode in the sky was mesmerizing,” he rasped, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear, sending shivers through her overstimulated body. “It’s nothing compared to watching you explode over and over again in my bed.”

Gods. The greatest… magical gods!

“Have to give you more,” he growled, pulling away just enough to adjust her.

One of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, opening her up before slamming back into her with the same brutal, punishing pace that picked her apart.

Somewhere between one orgasm and the next, Emeriel might have passed out.

She wasn’t sure when it happened, but when he finally roared his release, the sound was distant, muffled, as though it came from another chamber.

He really fucked me within an inch of my life.Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body too spent to respond.

And then it was over.

He gathered her boneless body into his arms. Arranging her just the way he wanted, cradling her against his chest, his strong heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath her ear.

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