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.

known in ages, filled him. But when he pushed open the door and stepped inside, staggering relief replaced dread. She

body. The girl had gone into heat stroke. "Oh, little one. I am so

recoiling from

felt like a sharp blade twisting in his soul. Her movement was sluggish, muscles slack with exhaustion. His beast growled, pained

left to avoid succumbing to his instinct to kill her, and in

as bare as the day he was born. He lay beside her, pulling her trembling form against his own, despite her body's feeble protests. Holding her

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here, by your side, he cooed, rocking her gently, I am profoundly

seized

exhausted body jerked, mouth opening in a soundless scream before she

he had long suppressed. Emotions he had locked

by one, each cry tearing

helpless, he couldn't mount her until the heat stroke passed,

aware of his return. He whispered words of comfort, telling her how strong she was, how beautiful she was. Galilea

it takes for your return, my strong one." He kept coaxing her, rocking her gently, as one would soothe

the heat stroke waned, and the deep red marks on her skin began to diminish. Her eyelids closed, then fluttered open, revealing

Grace," she whispered, hoarsely. "You

kiss to her forehead, unable to believe the strong relief that washed over him. "Come, let us rise from this floor together, shall we?" Tears filled her eyes,

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

for a bath as the waves would return soon, really soon, if he was

linger on her alluring naked

stroke each breath. Her scent was distracting as hell-intoxicating 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