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

Captive Slave 146

Chapter 146

EMERIEL

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Emeriel could hear the moans of anguish in the air as she rode other wave of excruciating pain.

It felt as though an iron fist clenched around her organs, squeezing tighter, twisting, and crushing without mercy.

Tears streamed down her face, forming a pool where she laid. She'd pounded on the door, begging anyone within earshot to end this torment, before the next surge had thrown her to the cold, hard floor, tearing through her. It felt like a hundred galloping horses were trampling and leaping within her lower belly.

It hurt so much. Surely, this pain was not normal.

Her stomach convulsed violently, and she retched, the taste of bile sour in her throat. Expelling the contents of her stomach, Emeriel continued to vomit, again and again, each one leaving her weaker, emptier. So much pain,

A vague figure hovered over her, lips moving soundlessly. Who was that? Was she finally meeting her creator? Emeriel hoped so. Blinking, she struggled to focus, but her vision swam.

Her senses dulled, fading into numbness.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Nearing the cottage, Daemonikai was gripped by a growing unease. The absence of sound was disturbing. Concern twisted in his gut. Was she dead?

A shudder went through his frame. For the first time since his return from madness, he felt so much pain in his heart that wasn't from his grief.

he pushed open the door and stepped inside,

her, her vacant eyes, and endless spasms wracked her small body. The girl had gone into heat stroke. "Oh, little one. I am so sorry. I should never have left." He knelt beside her, his hand

recoiling

blade twisting in his soul. Her movement was sluggish, muscles slack with exhaustion. His beast growled, pained by her suffering. I know. I feel the

to avoid

shedding his clothing until he stood as bare as the day he was born. He lay beside her, pulling her

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by your side, he cooed, rocking her

spasm seized her. Merciless,

jerked, mouth opening in a soundless scream before she dissolved into whimpers, fresh tears spilling from her unseeing

pain in those sounds reached deep within him, resonating with emotions he had long suppressed. Emotions he had locked

cry tearing at his

mount her until the heat stroke passed, or his touch would be

his hands repeatedly all over her face and arms, letting her body become aware of his return. He whispered words of comfort, telling her how strong she was, how beautiful she was. Galilea slumped against him. She no longer tried to

one. Are you here with me now? I'll wait as long as it takes for your return, my strong one." He kept coaxing her, rocking her gently, as one would soothe a

skin began to diminish. Her eyelids closed, then fluttered open, revealing blue eyes that slowly regained

whispered, hoarsely. "You came

unable to believe the strong relief that washed over

her. She was featherlight, weighted nothing, yet felt so good in his arms. Her soft skin and

as the waves would return soon, really soon, if he was not

not to let his eyes linger on her alluring naked body. On her breasts rising

and heady. Daemonikai was breathing too hard, struggling against the tremendous urge to spread her legs and thrust into her until she howled his name. To hold her against her- Focus. You are