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

Chapter 230

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 received a

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

coolly."To "To what do

numbers," he gestured

on, and it's expected after such

was asking her

Emeriel

Wanted to work with

hated the way her

her wandering eyes noted every trace of exhaustion

there are others who could assist you with this?" Her voice might just be her best trait yet. It amazed her how

flashed in

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 workload became

first

son."

"You could never get my youngest to sit still for this sort

Console him.

her legs rooted to the spot. They wanted

traitorous body, were her greatest

with a quill for one minute," His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd

Com him.

Emeriel," he said gently. "Do you think

was letting her

he'd once told her was too painful to even speak

Now,

heart soared. The need to soothe him clawed at her, leaving red, angry marks all

deep breath, she

her mind could catch up. Eating up the gap between them, pulling

his chair

"Please."

around his broad shoulders,

be my pleasure to help, Your Grace," she murmured against him, stroking

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

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