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

Captive Slave 211

Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Emeriel's breathing quickened in the silent room as her eyes drank him in. Ravenously devouring every detail of him.

Control yourself, Emeriel. There was no bond to blame now. This is all you. Have some restraint.

Easier said than done.

She was grateful to be alone with him. No one could see how hard she struggled. How difficult it was to be in the same room with him again.

The effort it took not to rush across the room and collapse on top of him, just to feel his body against hers one more time.

The memories were the hardest.

Those stolen nights in his arms, tucked away at the cottage, making love after love. The fog of heat and the passage of time had blurred the memories, and she had survived by blocking them.

But now, here in this room with him, the years shrunk and disappeared, and it felt like yesterday.

The memories that had once been hazy were suddenly vivid, flashing very clearly.

Emeriel's whole body shook.

She stumbled back out of the room, closing the door behind her. Leaning against it, she gasped for breath. Her knees weak, her heart too fragile.

It was easier to fight for control when he wasn't in sight.

You are stronger than this, Emeriel. Get a hold of yourself.

It took a while, but finally, she felt calmer. Composed, she re-entered the room and sat on the chair beside his bed, waiting/ until the tight constriction in her chest loosened. Until breathing became less of a struggle. "My king," Emeriel whispered. "Hello, my king."

Taking his hand in hers, she gave it a light squeeze. His feverish skin burned against her palm. "How have you been? Where are you? If you can hear me, come back. Your people need you."

became easier. The

looked at me-me, a human-with hunger in their eyes, instead of disdain. Can you imagine that?" Clinging

chair, fetching the basin of chilled water and washcloth. Returning to his side, she dipped the cloth

my king. Lord Zaiperis eager to rule, but he does

his neck. His body radiated a hotness that seemed to climb higher with every

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like cracks filled with blackened blood, trailing upwards and disappearing beneath his sleeping

path, tracing it back to his chest. The thickest, blackest

she

her forehead dropped to his chest. "How could you let grief get you to this

IN THE SPIRIT REALM.

children won't talk to

Daemonikai's hand, offering

were walking hand in hand along the beach, the soft rhythm of

he wouldn't say a word. Just... vanished.

of our deaths-no dead person does- but we do have some knowledge about the circumstances surrounding them. Myka feels guilty for failing to protect me. And

bitterly. "I wish I could make them see that

him, and they would disappear, like wisps of smoke

talk to them," he muttered. "But they won let me. I have so

arm

a while. The only sounds were the cries of gulls and the ceaseless roar of

"Oh, my beloved."

stopped, their heads

he scanned their surroundings Did you