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

Chapter 229

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 229

It barreled through her defenses, flooding her with pleasure after pleasure.

Lord Vladya's furry hand held her writhing body still as he continued thrusting his fingers into her starved body.

His grip possessive, as if Aekeira's private place were his right. His to invade, his to open up, his to claim.

Fangs withdrawing, he took the thoughts right out of her head. "This is mine," he snarled, plunging his thick fingers deep and scissoring. "Every part of you is mine, my sweet, pretty little Aekeira." Her body convulsed in his grasp. Aekeira was submerged in ecstasy. Drowning.

At last, she slumped against him, boneless and utterly spent.

Only then, did he withdraw his fingers. Giving her a raw, heated look, he brought them to his lips, licking them clean. Then, let out a guttural groan of absolute, undisguised hunger.

"Hearths, it almost feels like my sex drive isn't asleep." He growled, staring pointed between her open legs, to her exposed core, a savage look in his eyes. "The things I want to do to you..." She felt completely exposed. Open to his eyes. But she forced herself to keep her quivering thighs parted for him. To let him see.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled away. Rising, he lifted her from the basin, and carried her back to his makeshift bed. Lying her on the soft surface, he began toweling her body. His manhood was still hard and proudly erect, tenting up his pants. That must be uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" Aekeira voiced in a small tone. "Do you want me to-" Her grand lord shook his head. "I'm fine. I told you tonight was for you." Looking up at him dreamily, she reddened. "If I had my soul," Lord Vladya's voice was low and gruff. "I would attempt a bonding ritual."

Aekeira's drowsy eyes flew open. Had she heard him right?

He nodded, his expression solemn. "I would."

"Really?" she couldn't help how small, how hopeful, her voice sounded.

Another firm nod.

Aekeira's heart thudded in her chest. He was terrified of the bonding ritual. Despised the very idea of going through that hell again. Yet, he wanted to do it...for her?

"I vowed never to have the ritual again. After Tiara, I swore off it. But if it weren't so impossible, I would risk it all again. I would want you to be my bondmate."

He toweled her hair gently. "I'm not a prize, Aekeira." His voice was flat, but his eyes rested on her with a tenderness that felt almost surreal. "I'm a disaster. A burden. A nearly-feral one, at that." "You are none of those things," she said fiercely, aching inside. "Don't speak of yourself that way."

had my soul, I would have fallen at your

anything else in the world to be your bondmate.' I would have screamed for joy, so

she sat up and threw her

went around her, and he held her tight...almost crushing her. Aekeira buried her face into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Aekeira didn't know which she wanted more.

Both.

wanted them both

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she sees us,"

he'd lost his mind, then crossed his arms with a sullen sigh. "And why must I hide with you? I've

him with a superior look, one

beside him behind the sheltering rock, muttering

they watched Emeriel

her?" Ottai

pressed, glancing at the

from a

the tension from the day's court proceedings

a vision in her elaborate gown, its golden patterns shimmering in the sunlight.

surprised Daemonikai. They

But after seeing how some interacted with her-the way the younglings flocked to her, their mothers watching with trusting smiles-he began to believe. He was awed at the

in him, but

he had watched her from a distance,

slave workers. The contentment on her face as she moved among the blossoms was... mesmerizing. Daemonikai could watch her all

to her instead of stalking

"That's an undignified thing to say.

her from the sick female's house, to the woods where she gathered herbs with Livia, then to the training field where she practiced swordplay, and now, to the

s won

now that Ottai laid it out like that, it did sound like stalking. Not

he corrected

fourth ruler smirked.

"Quit it," Daemonikai growled.

"Have you tried apologizing?"

Daemonikai sighed. Her heartbreak ran deep. He could still recall vividly the raw pain