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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skipped. This male... Does he know how effortlessly he says all the right things? Everything a woman

world as it is here?" he asked, eyes drifting back to the stars. "Y-yes," she

alive, it felt as though the rest of the

stay present, she cleared her throat. "Sometimes, I go

"And when you free your mind, letting go of idle thoughts, and simply follow the stars with your eyes, you get lost in their beauty.

mesmerizing."

I worry about you, about your well-being. In my imagination, I

have a

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

to say when Emeriel dropped her clothes, he got

his worry tripled at her very unexpected behavior, and he immediately demanded to know

mind

the curtains, Daemonikai got a clear view of his woman's

exquisite. A

stared, he gawked... completely

thought took their leave, waving goodbye, and lust-heavy,

His cock hardened painfully, pulsing against the confines of his

swore, head

focus to her

moved towards her. Slow and stalking, like

the unmistakable bulge in his pants and went wide. They darted back to his

came here for something," he murmured in a low

the air between them disappeared and she had to tilt her head

even a week ago, she'd made it abundantly clear this wouldn't be

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fragile made him want to protect and devour her all

coaxed, attempting to curb

could not sleep, and I m-missed your touch." She leaned

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

gripping her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Their bodies collided, her softness molding perfectly to

kiss. Devouring her lips without finesse, just the way his hunger demanded. He was starved for her, and held

pull away, to catch her breath, but he didn't let her. Instead, he breathed into her mouth as

at his shirt. Her lips pink, swollen, and

tonight..." His own breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, letting her

Chapter 201

body never fully recovered, leaving

had one grandson, Warren Garcia. The second branch, Edwin was childless, and for Rupert of the third branch, marrying

instinctively covering her stomach, she couldn't help

her marriage to Rupert had been the obstacle that drove Bridget away, despite her

with nothing standing between them, Bridget's reluctance to reveal her pregnancy-let alone desire to

after the business deal is signed," Bridget couldn't help but boast, a smirk playing on her lips before she turned to leave the

strength gave out, and she