RedNovelChapter 773: "It's alright," he growled into her throat. "Look all you want, my star. My shields are down. See everything. Words were never my strong suit, but I've always wanted to show you how I see you. What you are to me. How you feel to me." His teeth scraped her skin. “Look all you want, and fucking unravel foras you always do. Only this time... do it knowing how addictive I find you." Her climax slammed into her. She shook apart in his arms, breaking with a raw cry.
"Yes," he hissed, his strokes deeper, savage. "Capart knowing your presence, your pleasure, your body... is my moonlight festival." His lips were hot on her skin. "Clench around my cock knowing how well I eat that shit up." Her cries rose, wild and high, her face flushing deep red.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Fuck, you're soaking me, Emeriel," he groaned, teeth gritted. "Your sweet little cunt is givinga goddamned bath. You sexy little sea nymph." GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI She enjoyed the verbal filth. His prim little princess-this was her truth. Daemonikai had always known, but now he felt every sinful thrill his filthy tongue evoked inside her. And gods, was it adorable. The way her shyness and wickedness tangled together. The way her pleasure flourished under his words.
He kept his pace strong, drawing out her climax, lengthening it until she could barely breathe. Then his fangs dropped, sinking home.
She wailed, her emotions exploding through their bond.
Fuck, fuck! Shit! No wonder she passed out so easily when he took her like this. It was overwhelming.
She was so overloaded. Daemonikai had always known she was sensitive, but feeling it firsthand was something else entirely. No wonder she was a constant screamer-and prone to fainting. She was super sensitive to even the smallest touch.
He was humbled, lucky, and so gods-damned proud. Just how many of her were there in this world? Only one. And she was his. Mine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe needed to stop primal and possessive thoughts like this. They did not help his logical mind, only sent his instincts into overdrive.
Your imagination begins with galnov☐☐☐ço His logical mind knew he'd exhausted her. He was insatiable, and she was seven months pregnant. He should rein himself the fuck in, be gentle, careful, and less— Animalistic. But his instincts wanted to take. To keep going. He had missed her. These excruciating months outside her should go down in history as a form of torture.
And now that he was inside her again, Daemonikai just wanted to stay the fuck there. Was that too much to ask?
Growling, he plundered her so damn good. He wanted to fuck her through the night, into sleep and wakefulness. To bury himself so deep inside her, he'd need a freaking map to find his way out. To keep breathing in her scent until the world faded, until they both faded. And when he was done, she'd wear his scent for weeks. She'd stink of him so much the entire kingdom would think he pissed on her. Fuck... he wanted to piss on her to mark his territory. With a groan, he pulled out his fangs.
"Gods, Emeriel," he said, wrestling with his caveman instincts.
No wonder their kind were called savages. Stripped of that tiny bit of logic they possessed, they were just En their primitive beasts.
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