Page 66 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

The sight of those refined, prim little lips swallowing his manhood as though she had done this a hundred times pushed him closer to the edge than the act itself.

Daemonikai kept control, taking his time, watching for the signs. How deep she could take him, when she needed to breathe, when she struggled, when she craved more.

And all the while, her tongue was learning him, flicking over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead every chance she got. Teasing him, tracing the pulsing veins along his shaft as he moved in and out of her mouth.

Soon enough, heat coiled in his abdomen, his balls pulling tight, pleasure building until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low groan, he spilled deep into her throat, shaking like some untried youngling getting his first taste of a female’s body.The first burst of his release hit the back of her throat, and Emeriel coughed, instinctively trying to pull back, but he kept his hand tangled in her hair. Holding her right where he wanted her as he groaned, spilling deep. "Take every last drop."

Her teary eyes fluttered up to him, and she nodded in obedience, relaxing into his hold.

Damn.Her submission, her trust.

Does she have any idea what she did to him?

Times like this, he was grateful their kind always released in abundance. Of course, the irony was, even with that, it was difficult to impregnate their females.

But right now, none of that mattered. Not when he was watching her throat work to swallow him down, feeling the desperate way she clung to him, knowing the work his semen was doing in her body.

His hungry eager kitten soon sought more, lips clamping tighter, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as she sucked greedily. Her tongue lapping, her mouth slurping with an eagerness that had his dick on a constant hard-on,firein his veins.

And the night stretched on.

Session after session, she took him and let him use her mouth as he pleased.

But the longer he held back from giving her what she needed most, the longer her hungry pussy remained painfully empty, the higher her heat rose. A slow-building tsunami.

She grew restless.

Shifting against him, small, frustrated sounds slipping free.

At times, her hand drifted between her thighs, jerkily trying to touch herself, but the relief she sought eluded her and frustration followed. A sound of dissatisfaction, and her hand fell away once more.

The need clawed at her, harsher, deeper.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she sucked him down, humping the sheets in urgent, futile friction, frantic for something more as he released once again into her throat.

She began to weep. Cries of misery vibrating his length, her lust-filled blue eyes pleading with him to put an end to her suffering.

Fucking Ukrae.Daemonikai could no longer do nothing.

"Come here, dearling." Pulling her up, he gathered her quivering form in a full-body embrace. His lips brushed against the delicate curve of her neck.

At once, saliva filled his mouth at her intoxicating scent. His tongue darted out, licking the heated skin, before his fangs sank home.

She cried out, arching so hard. He shoved his thigh between her, pressing blatantly against her depraved clitoris as he drank.

"Yes… oh yes, ohyes, Daemon,Daemon—ahhh!" She undulated wildly against his leg, riding it for all she was worth, her cries dissolving into high-pitched moans.

Daemonikai released pheromones, pumping her full of them.

Emeriel went wild in his arms, bulking, convulsing, scratching, and pinching him with the intensity of her pleasure. He held her firm through it all.

And when she peaked, dissolving into a shuddering, wailing climax, he still held her.

Pleasure licked up his spine, and he was spilling again, his seed jetting in thick, hot spurts.

Dawn flickered through the curtains, bathing them in its light as he worked those drops around her much-softened entrance.

Then, he worked two fingers inside. A pleased growl rumbled in his throat as the stubborn walls parted for his digits.

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