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

as it is here?" he asked, eyes drifting back to the stars.

it felt as though the rest of the

throat. "Sometimes, I go out

free your mind, letting go of idle thoughts, and simply follow the stars

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

have a bonding ritual,

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Emeriel dropped her clothes, he got more

her very unexpected behavior, and he immediately

his mind

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

exquisite.

stared, he

shred of rational thought took their leave, waving

hardened painfully, pulsing

swore, head spinning with

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

rose from his bed and moved towards her. Slow and stalking, like a

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

in a

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

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

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her so fragile made him want to protect and devour

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

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

his chest, the part of him waiting for this moment

pulled her flush

her lips without finesse, just the way his hunger

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

clutching at his shirt. Her lips

will do to you tonight..." His own breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, letting her see his hunger in every line of his

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since giving birth to Sylvia, her body

the family only had one grandson, Warren Garcia. The second branch, Edwin was childless, and for Rupert of the third branch, marrying someone who couldn't bear children was

stomach, she couldn't

been the obstacle that

now, with nothing standing between them, Bridget's reluctance to reveal her

is yet to come. Rupert said he'll marry me after the business deal is signed," Bridget couldn't help but boast, a smirk playing on her lips before she turned to leave

she