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

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

said coolly."To "To what

are quite skilled with numbers," he gestured towards a stack of scrolls piled high on

much to catch up on, and it's expected after such a long break, but... heavens, I could use

asking her

Emeriel

Wanted to work with

the way her damn heart

noted every trace of exhaustion

might just be her best trait yet. It amazed her

flashed 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 workload became too much,"

first

son."

get my youngest to sit still for

Console him.

effort to keep her legs rooted to the

just like her traitorous body, were her

would sit with a quill for one minute," His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd be in his Chambers, napping. Or

Com him.

said gently. "Do you think you could help me get some of

was letting her

he'd once told her was too painful to even speak of. he was inviting her to share

Now,

soared. The need to soothe him clawed at her, leaving

deep breath,

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

and he swiveled in his chair to face her. Emeriel

"Please."

his legs, she wrapped her arms around his broad

help, Your Grace," she

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI