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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how effortlessly he says all the right things? Everything a woman dreams of

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

was so aware of him. Every nerve heightened and alive, it felt as

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

said, his eyes tracing the constellations. "And when you free your mind, letting go of idle thoughts, and simply

mesmerizing."

never do that, Your Highness. Because whenever I stargaze, all I can think about is you. I worry about you, about your well-being. In my imagination, I wake to find you at the door, waiting to take me back

a bonding

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

to say when Emeriel dropped her clothes,

her very unexpected behavior, and he

mind went

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

was exquisite. A goddess

stared, he gawked... completely

took their leave, waving goodbye,

hardened painfully, pulsing against the confines of his

head spinning

Grace..." Her soft voice drew his focus to her face. She looked visibly

rose from his bed and moved towards

landing on the unmistakable bulge in his pants and went wide. They darted back to his face, her cheeks tinting a deep, captivating

something," he murmured in a low

closer, so close that the air between them disappeared and she had to tilt her head back to

abundantly clear this wouldn't be

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so fragile made him want to protect and devour

what's wrong," Daemonikai coaxed, attempting to curb

"I could not sleep, and I

his chest, the part of him

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

over entirely, deepening the kiss. Devouring her lips without finesse, just the way his hunger demanded. He was starved for her,

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

his shirt. Her lips pink,

I will do to you tonight..." His own breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, letting her

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frail since giving birth to Sylvia, her body never fully recovered, leaving her

family only had one grandson, Warren Garcia. The second branch, Edwin was childless, and

her stomach, she couldn't help

been the obstacle that drove Bridget away, despite her

Bridget's reluctance to reveal her pregnancy-let

yet to come. Rupert said he'll marry me after the business deal is signed," Bridget couldn't

Sylvia's strength gave out, and she