Page 159 of The Princess and Her Grand King

As she rode it out, Daemonikai maintained the same strokes, the same pull on her hypersensitive breast. The aftershocks turned harsh, her body protesting the overstimulation.

Emeriel whimpered, her toes curling, unsure how much longer she could endure it.

Fortunately, his pace began to quicken, losing coordination in a telltale sign of his own impending release.

Low rumbles from his chest turned into guttural groans, and finally, his mouth released her abused nipple. His lips parted slightly in silent ecstasy as he climaxed.

Jerking inside her, he pushed harder, as if trying to burrow into the deepest parts of her.

His semen triggered feelings like mini-orgasms, and her cries filled the dark room as she clung to him.

Finally, his thrusts slowed, his hands roving over her body, cupping her butt, caressing her back—touching everywhere he could reach.

When the last waves ebbed away, Emeriel opened her eyes.

Daemonikai’s were still closed, his movements sluggish. He was drifting back to sleep.

“Are you alright?” she asked softly, brushing her fingers against his damp hair.

He mumbled something she couldn’t make out, before blindly finding her other nipple and fastening his eager mouth onto it.

His throat worked as he began to suck, even as sleep fully claimed him.

And he didn’t pull out, remaining buried deep inside her.

A tender smile graced Emeriel's lips. Sighing softly, she trailed her fingers through his hair as her own eyes closed too, a peaceful sleep taking her away.

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Grand King Daemonikai woke feeling surprisingly well-rested.

His eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, sunlight streaming through the open window.How long had they slept?

He stirred slightly, finding himself face-to-face with Emeriel’s soft, creamy breast.

Her dark and flushed enticing nipple pointed directly at him, and his mouth watered at the sight. His dick twisted inside her, drawing his attention to the fact their bodies were joined intimately.

The memories of his nightmares… and the fevered lovemaking that followed, flooded his mind.

Gritting his teeth, Daemonikai summoned every ounce of restraint he possessed to keep from taking her again.

He withdrew from her tight, warm heat, even as it clung to him, trying to pull him back in and the sensation nearly undid him. But he persisted, finally freeing himself.

He pulled her torn garment up, covering her succulent breast to shield them from his wandering eyes.

Then he simply watched her sleep.

For long, quiet minutes, Daemonikai drank in the gentle curve of her lips, the tiny freckle adorning her nose, the steady rise and fall of her chest.

“You know, I thought I’d always have to deal with everything on my own,” he murmured to the stillness of the room. “And for someone who hasn’t truly been alone in centuries, it was a terrifying concept. But then you came along. Maybe Ukrae doesn’t hate me as much as I sometimes think he does.”

He sighed, a sudden wish stirring in his heart.If only he had artistic skills…Daemonikai would draw her just like this.

Her serene expression. Her hair spread around her like a halo. Beauty likemagic.

“Never in my life did I expect a surprise like you.” He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her nose. “Thank you for last night… and this morning.”

Quietly, he rose and crossed the room to fill a basin with water, retrieving a washcloth.

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