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

Captive Slave 172

Chapter 172 Chapter 172

Oh, my Vladya. Aekeira's heart tightened in her chest. His words might have been detached, clinical even, but she was learning to read the subtle nuances of this male.

He was hurting. More than he was willing to admit.

"What sort of person can't feel true happiness for their friend without these ugly feelings tainting it?" He exhaled, the warm air caressing her thigh. "I've changed, so much. Sometimes I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize the male staring back at me."

"You should cut yourself some slack." She patted his hair in a soothing manner, offering comfort. "You're suffering through the slow hands of a looming madness." It pained her to say the words, but she forced herself to continue. "I was reading about it the other day at the library. It helped me understand what you're going through. People lose everything they are, bit by bit. All the kindness, love, and memories are slowly stripped away, replaced by hate, cruelty, the need to hurt and destroy. The abyss of nothingness."

She paused, letting that sink in. "Not to mention your soullessness. How much goodness can a person feel when they have no soul?"

Lord Vladya shifted, turning his head to look up at her. His gaze moved slowly, taking her in.

Aekeira reddened as his eyes roamed her face, trailing down her neck and lingering on her breasts. Her nipples peaked under his stare. She made a small, shy sound, raising her hands to cover them.

But the grand lord's hands were quicker, encircling her wrists and holding them gently but fir 1 place.

His eyes dropped downwards, and he stared between her parted thighs.

Aekeira felt utterly exposed, unable to hide.

At last, his wandering eyes came back to her flushed face. "How are you real?"

Before her lust-filled brain could process those words, he rose and crushed his lips on hers.

The kiss was slow, exploring. His lips moved against hers, and Aekeira sighed, her eyes slipping shut. She parted her lips, and his tongue thrust in, sending tingles down her spine.

Every nerve ending sparked to life. Lord Vladya deepened the kiss, growing more demanding, he rose until he hovered over her. One hand splayed across her neck, caressing, brushing the sensitive skin there, while the other found her nipple and tweaked it. Aekeíra jerked. He pinched and tugged, sending sharp pulses of pleasure through her. Fire ignited in her veins, liquid heat pooling deep in her feminine core. As he played with her breasts and kissed her thoroughly, Aekeira's body came fully alive.

pulled back, every part of her hummed with need. Eyes dark with

hungrily as if he couldn't get enough. When he pulled

knees, with a moan of surrender, she flipped over, parted her thighs

a low snarl, followed by a sound so soft, Aekeira still had a hard time believing it came from her grand lord.

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drawn-out purr.

soaked it in. She would

Vladya

rustle of clothes caught her attention. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his erection, hard and ready, a drop of

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her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed until her body hung on the cusp while he stood behind her, his

anxiety. The latter didn't stop her from parting

of the rough penetration she'd always come to expect. Lord Vladya leaned in, his lips brushing the

Aekeira stared ahead, watching the curtains dance slowly in the breeze. Each kiss trailed

pressed into her lower back, holding her in a

out, yet instead of pain, there

higher and higher. He paused,

a gasp from her

Lord Vladya groaned, flexing them.

EMERIEL

familiar path on the well-trodden trail leading to the fortress. The late afternoon golden sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shadows on the ground. The melodic songs of birds flitting from tree to tree were supposed to fill her with calmness, but she felt... unease. A prickling sensation crept up the back of her neck. Like the faint brush of unseen eyes watching

spun around abruptly, her eyes scanning the woods. Nothing

has me jumping at ghosts that aren't

twig snapped