NovelFastChapter 815: Her breath hitched, stopped short.
She was so aroused she could feel her own wetness between her thighs.
Emeriel squeezed them together tightly again, trying to ease the growing ache. Every pull of his mouth soon becmaddening torture, especially where she needed him most and remained achingly empty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I need you." She opened her eyes, pleading. "Inside me. Please." He paused, pulling back. "Are you sure?" His eyes searched hers, pupils blown wide.
"Yes." She nodded fervently. "Yes, please..." So he moved. He gripped her legs and pulled her down until she slid to the edge of the bed. He rose to stand at her feet, gaze locked on her. Leaning over, he braced himself with his hands on either side, his torso framed by her bent knees.
He settled between her thighs as though he belonged there-because he always had.
But as his hardness pressed against her core, anxiety returned.
Entwined. Primal.
She tried to push the feeling away as soon as it came, but it must have shown in her eyes. Daemonikai stilled. Steady. Waiting. He didn't enter her, only watched her with that all-seeing gaze that had captured her years ago and never let her go. Eyes that stripped her bare.
"Look at me, love." The voice startled her. Emeriel turned her head to Alviara, who was leaning over her.
"You're doing so well, accepting his touch so easily," Alviara's tone was soothing and persuasive. "Don't stop now." Daemonikai pushed forward, and Emeriel moaned, body tensing.
"This can't be," Alviara said to the Great King. "Your Grace, forgive me, please, but it has to be done." Ł@tëşt ÇĦ@p‡èŕş íń ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ Before Emeriel could question it, Alviara moved. She climbed into the bed beside her, wrapped a hand around her neck, guiding her forward, and kissed her-hard.
Every muscle in Emeriel's body froze, stunned.
Daemonikai growled a warning, so deep it echoed in her bones, but Alviara didn't even flinch. The M courtesan 'Stongue parted Emeriel's lips, prying her mouth open with force, kissing her with a consuming passion.
"Focus on this," Alviara muttered to herself. "Hold on. Leifin." The Hold on content is on novelenglish.net! Then Alviara kissed her again. Deeply.
A kiss that completely consumed Emeriel. And for a moment, that m becthe center of her world. Everything else faded into the background-fears retreated, anxieties scattered.
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