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

Captive Slave 183

Chapter 183

Chapter 183

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

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Her body moved with his, every sway and arch designed to seduce, to lure him deeper. Sweet, breathless moans filled the air, wrapping around him, intoxicating him.

Daemonikai thrust into the warmth of her, unable to get enough. He had to get deeper.

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"Yess," Galilea moaned. Her fingers brushed against his arms, featherlight, as her bright blue eyes locked onto his. Looking at him as if the very sun and moon, rose and set around him. He liked that.

"Mine." Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her neck, breathing in her scent. Such sweet, sweet scent.

"Yours," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Always yours."

Daemonikai could feel the familiar, dizzying rush of his orgasm building. But he didn't want this to end, not yet. He needed more. More of her, more of the moment. He-

Suddenly, the world around him shifted.

The warm intimacy shattered like porcelain.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

Screams tore around him, piercing and chaotic. The sweet moans were gone, replaced by terror. Daemonikai's fingers were buried deep in a human's gut, and he watched as the life drained from their eyes, their body crumpling to the ground lifelessly. "Father!"

That voice jolted him. Myka.

calm shattered. In this chaos, Myka looked exactly

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face, Daemonikai forced him to meet his eyes. "Go through the back." "But..." Myka's breath

on us, on me, to keep them safe tonight. That

though his hands shook.

his son's face, grounding him. "Lock everything down, do you

just... I cannot feel my strength," he said, scared. "I feel weak, empty. I'm scared I will fail

another voice cut

the sweet voice. Evie was pale and shaking, but with fire burning in her eyes. Even in the midst all this, she

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trying to be strong.

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otherwise." A tear slipped down her cheek as she

brushed his lips across

radiant even in the face of danger. She squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. "I love you too, my dearest

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him. There was an iron cage in his chest, squeezing tighter with each shallow

sweat slicked from Daemonikai's skin as he fought to

was impossible. The vividness of the dream-no, dreams-still

an erotic recall of Galilea, her touch lingering like fire on his skin, leaving him painfully hard. The

to release this anguish, but he could not make a sound. He could not breathe. Forcing himself upright, Daemonikai stumbled out of bed, struggling to find his footing. Even gravity too

he staggered out of his room, his chest heaving with the effort of each breath. Wegai had the night off, but

rasped in warning before he pushed past,

his fevered skin, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he dragged in a breath

mind blank, steps aimless. No destination, just the all-powering need to escape the crushing

surroundings, he was standing by the small lake in the Southern Wings' courtyard, hands clenched at his sides, knuckles pale. Tension coiled tight on

water's surface rippled gently in the moonlight, sparkling as though in mockery of the torrent inside him. Daemonikai stood there, eyes locked on the water as it danced and simmered in tranquil beauty.

him, the sound of night owls blending with the distant howls of