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 received a

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

coolly."To "To what do I

numbers," he gestured towards a stack of scrolls piled

assist me with these. There's so much to catch up on, and it's expected after such a

asking her

Emeriel

help? Wanted to

the way her damn

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

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

in his

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

first

son."

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

Console him.

keep her legs rooted to the spot. They wanted

her traitorous body,

His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd be in

Com him.

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

letting

was too painful to even speak of. he was inviting her to share his burden, to work alongside

Now,

need to soothe him clawed

a deep breath,

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

he swiveled in his chair to face her. Emeriel spread her arms, whispering,

"Please."

legs, she wrapped her arms around

help, Your Grace," she murmured against him,

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI