That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Captive Slave 142

Chapter 142

A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.

Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Dacmonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed. "Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.

His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight.

"Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.

He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him. "Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.

Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receeding.

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. The scum of the earth. I am going to kill you all. Every.

Last. One."

Surging from his chair, he moved with anger and grace, and in a few strides, was upon her, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

It was so unexpected that Emeriel froze. She couldn't breathe. And his hands only tightened.

"Dae-Daemonikai," she choked out.

dancing before her eyes. And because her luck sucked, the next wave of her

from her throat, muffled by his hand. Trapped in her constricting airway. The pain was excruciating. All- consuming. A thousand times worse by

pressure on her throat easing. She gasped for air, her lungs burning with the sudden influx of oxygen. Distantly, she heard the sound of ragged breathing. A soothing voice murmuring

More screams.

at her insides, holding her captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when she thought she couldn't endure another second,

am sorry, Galilea," a

Daemonikai's hand was gentle now, caressing her cheek,

eyes, teary and strained, met his. She lay on her back, him atop her. His other hand entwined with hers, his body nestled between

his eyes. She nodded her throat tight with

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stroked her gently. Languid. "I lost iny head for moment. Almost killed you." His gaze fell to her neck, a frown marring his features, likely seeing the bruises Emeriel knew

gentle as he picked up the pace, giving her what her body so desperately

in all the right places His strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated, guiding her from one trembling climax

as she clung to him, riding out the cresting waves taking what was

against her swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her cries turned into a scream, her legs locked around him, as

losing herself in the sweetly brutal tide of sensations. Violent, spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering climax. Riding the

Her fingers clenched in his firm grasp, head shaking frantically from side to side. Her inner walls