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.

not known in ages, filled him. But when he pushed open the door and stepped inside, staggering relief replaced dread.

wracked her small body. The girl had gone into heat

recoiling

sluggish, muscles slack with exhaustion. His beast

never have left. The irony didn't get past him. He had left to avoid succumbing to his instinct to kill her, and

shedding his clothing until he stood 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 close,

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he cooed, rocking her gently, I am profoundly sorry, I should never

violent spasm seized

before she dissolved into

resonating with emotions he had long suppressed. Emotions he had locked away behind impenetrable

here she was, dismantling those barriers one by one, each cry

was helpless, he couldn't mount her until the heat stroke passed, or his touch would be excruciating for

touching her, running 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 get away from him, so he

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

deep red marks on her skin began to diminish. Her

whispered,

He pressed a tender 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, and she nodded

good in his arms. Her soft skin and delicate curves fitting perfectly

no time for a bath as the waves would return

his eyes linger on her alluring naked body. On her

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-