Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 250

PRINCESS AEKERIA

She stepped into her chamber and paused; her gaze drawn to the male standing by the window. Bathed in the moonlight, he was a vision of power and authority, dressed in full regalia with his hands clasped behind his back, staring into the night.

Aekeira's stomach fluttered. He was so devastatingly handsome it made her chest ache. The scar across his cheek only adding to his rugged appeal.

Seeing him now, he didn't look like the simple Vladya from the caves who had smiled so easily and let his walls down enough to let her in. With the heavy cloaks, he looked like Grand Lord Vladya.

The ruler with immense authority. The one whose scowls and sharp tone could cut through steel.

What do I do? Where do I stand with him now?

Uncertain, Aekeira fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"You know I can smell you, right?"

Her eyes snapped up, startled. His head turned slightly, glancing at her over his shoulder.

"I can never sneak up on you, Your Highness, can I?" Aekeira asked, remembering two years ago when he'd said those very words to her.

His lips curved into a subtle smile, and just like that, her tension eased. His amusement, no matter how faint, undid her every time.

"Good evening, Your Highness," she greeted with a curtsy.

"A nice evening indeed." He sighed. "Lose the formalities and come here, Aekeira."

Her feet moved at the gentle order before her mind could catch up. Crossing the room, she walked to him.

He reached for her, pulling her forward while stepping back to make room for her until she was wrapped securely in the cocoon of his arms.

The night breeze floated through the open window, cool and soothing against her flushed skin, but it was his warmth-his breath on her cheek, his presence surrounding her-that made her shiver.

"You seem tense," his tone was a lazy drawl.

"I don't know what to expect," Aekeira admitted.

"Relax, young princess. I don't bite." His tone dipped, a guttural growl. "Unless you want me to." Flushing red, she tilted her neck to the side, his nose brushing against her skin, nuzzling her lightly. "How did the ritual go?" she asked, her voice unsteady.

"It went well. Long and exhausting, as always. We can only hope it yields fruit." He exhaled deeply, his breath warm against her skin. "Hades, you smell incredible," he murmured under his breath. "It's like coming home.

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male... Does he know how effortlessly he says all the

is here?" he asked, eyes drifting back to

him. Every nerve heightened and alive, it felt as though the rest of the world ceased to

"Sometimes, I go out just to gaze at the

letting go of idle

mesmerizing."

about you, about your well-being. In my imagination, I wake to find you at the door,

have a bonding ritual,

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

would like to say when Emeriel dropped her clothes,

tripled at her very unexpected behavior, and he immediately demanded

his mind went

in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Daemonikai got a clear view of his woman's body without the cloud of a rut....

exquisite. A

stared, he gawked...

took their leave, waving goodbye, and

hardened painfully, pulsing against the confines

he swore, head spinning with

his focus to her face. She looked visibly

from his bed and moved towards her. Slow

and went wide. They darted back

in a

so close that the air between them disappeared and she had to tilt her

a week ago, she'd made it abundantly clear this wouldn't be happening between them anytime soon. So

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want to protect and devour her all

Daemonikai coaxed, attempting to curb his

She wavered for a heartbeat. "I could not sleep, and I m-missed your touch." She leaned in,

growl rose from his chest, the part of him waiting for this

he pulled her flush against him. Their bodies collided, her softness molding perfectly

over entirely, deepening the kiss. Devouring her lips without finesse, just

but he didn't let her. Instead, he breathed into her mouth as he lavished it, giving

he pulled back, she was gasping, clutching at his shirt. Her lips pink, swollen, and glistening as she dragged air

breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, letting

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giving birth to Sylvia, her body never fully recovered, leaving her unable to have

was childless, and for Rupert of the third branch, marrying someone who couldn't bear children

instinctively covering her stomach, she couldn't help but find

had been the obstacle that drove

them, Bridget's reluctance to reveal her

come. Rupert said he'll marry me after the business deal is signed," Bridget couldn't help but boast, a smirk playing on

she collapsed back