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?"

stop asking until she

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

said coolly."To "To what

quite skilled with numbers," he gestured towards a stack

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

was asking her

Emeriel

Wanted to work

way her damn heart

appreciate the way her wandering eyes noted every trace of exhaustion on his

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

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,

first

son."

could never get my

Console him.

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

traitorous body, were her greatest

one minute," His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd be in his Chambers, napping. Or chasing the nearest

Com him.

Princess Emeriel," he said gently. "Do you think

was letting her

told her was too painful to

Now,

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

a deep breath,

Eating up the gap

his desk, and he swiveled in his chair to face her. Emeriel spread her arms, whispering, "May

"Please."

arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his head against her

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

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI