That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate
He took two steps back, away from Madam Livia.
The older woman appeared bewildered. "What is it, Emeriel?"
"No, by the lights, no. Not again." It seemed like just as he had identified the problem, the heat intensified.
His intimate areas flared hot, wet, and swollen. The prickling sensation focused on his lower belly, causing it to ache intensely. Emeriel was consumed by maddening arousal, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Then, the first wave hit him.
Collapsing to his knees, Emeriel cried out as spasms wracked his body relentlessly. His lower belly contracted so violently he feared something would tear inside him. Clutching his abdomen, he sobbed in agony as the spasms continued.
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