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

Chapter 232

Emeriel was led to the grand king's study, where her presence was formally announced. "Come in," came the deep voice from inside.

Emeriel entered, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she braced herself before finally turning, her eyes settling on him.

Like frost over a windowpane, a shiver of awareness spread through her.

Her traitorous body reacted instantly, sending a clear message: Hey look, it's our sexy-as-hell beloved.

Needless to say, her every nerve ending was in a state of disarray.

Her legs wanted to move toward him.

Her hand itched to reach out and touch his neatly styled black hair, then trail over the white strands.

Her lips longed to move closer to his, to brush against them in the guise of an accident.

Her tongue wished to go on an adventure inside his mouth.

And her behind shamelessly wanted to sit on those strong thighs again.

Yeah, she was pathetic like that.

Even 'bad bad' didn't

You summoned me, You cover how bad she had it for this male.

"You

Your Gra Grace." Special thanks to her voice for remaining strong in this hard

times, where every other part of her quaked.

"I did," he gave her a tired smile. "How do you fare, prettiest beloved?"

No one had yet answered her question of "what alternate universe did I fall into?"

asking until she

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

said coolly."To "To what do

with numbers," he gestured towards a stack of scrolls

me with these. There's so much to catch up on, and it's expected after such a long break, but... heavens, I

asking her

Emeriel

help? Wanted to

the way her damn

noted every trace of exhaustion

this?" Her voice might just be her best trait yet. It amazed her how neutral it remained. "I don't think you need

in

the new kind he gave whenever she turned down his offers., but the old kind. That one she had rarely seen since her return, but had been his constant companion two years ago. "My late bondmate, she used to help when the

first

son."

smile touched his lips. "You could never get my youngest to sit still for this sort

Console him.

legs rooted to the spot. They wanted so badly to close

traitorous body, were her greatest

"and the

Com him.

Daemonikai's eyes refocused. "So, Princess Emeriel," he said gently. "Do you think you could help me get some

was letting

loss-the same one he'd once told her was too painful to even speak

Now,

need to soothe him clawed

deep breath, she

up. Eating up the gap

herself standing behind his desk, and he swiveled in his chair

"Please."

around his broad shoulders, pulling

she murmured against

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI