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.

with need. Eyes dark with lust, pupils blown wide,

witch." Desire was clear in his eyes. He slammed his lips against hers once more, kissing her hungrily as if he couldn't get enough. When he pulled back, his voice dropped an octave. "Sexy

and strong, like the night in the woods. Rising to her knees, with

heard a low snarl, followed by a sound so soft, Aekeira still had a hard time believing it came

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drawn-out purr.

in. She would never get tired

Vladya said huskily. It does

shoulder, she saw his erection, hard and ready, a drop

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grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed until her body hung

anxiety. The latter didn't stop

to expect. Lord Vladya leaned in, his lips brushing the skin of her back

breeze. Each kiss trailed lower, creating shivers and warmth in her. Lord

strong hand pressed into her lower back, holding her in a perfect arc as his fingers thrust in and out of her wet

engulfed her, burning her alive from the inside out, yet instead of pain, there

desperate whimpers, all hers, as he drove her higher and higher. He paused, his breath hot against her skin,

tore a gasp from her lips. "Too

little bird." Lord Vladya groaned, flexing

EMERIEL

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

eyes scanning the

has me jumping

twig snapped