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

"Marvelous, Your

Majesty. She

what do I

he gestured towards

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

was asking

Emeriel

Wanted

absolutely hated the way

every trace of exhaustion on his striking face, every line

with this?" Her voice might just be her best trait yet. It amazed

in his

one she had rarely seen since her return, but had been his constant companion two years ago. "My late bondmate, she used to

first

son."

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

Console him.

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

instincts, just like her traitorous body, were her greatest

one minute," His gaze turned distant, "and the next, he'd be in his Chambers,

Com him.

"Do you think

was letting her

of his loss-the same one 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 red,

deep

body moved before her mind could catch up. Eating up the gap between

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

"Please."

she wrapped her arms around his broad

help, Your Grace," she murmured against him, stroking his hair with the

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI