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

Chapter 237

Touch, his beast urged.

No, I will not.

"Wake up, darling," Daemonikai coaxed gently.

"I don't want to." she protested, a dreamy smile on her lips.

Her hands drifted over her body, cupping her breasts, she flicked her nipples. She let out a soft whine.

A bolt of desire shot straight to his dick, his arousal back with a vengeance.

"Gods of the Grail," he swore.

"I really like this dream a lot," she cried with bliss, pinching her engorged nipples.

Daemonikai closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then, counted backward from ten.

Nope, his hard-on has declared a coup, raging full mast in his pants.

His beast, too, was one hundred percent on board...all too aware of her.

Emeriel took his hand, parting her thigh, she guided it between her open legs.

"Touch me, please," she murmured, rolling her hips desperately. "I've been hungry... so starved for you."

"Darling, you don't know—"

"I need you."

Younglings crying for food, an elder falling from a horse, another bloody war with the vamps.

The images didn't work. His restraint was slipping with each passing second, her dreamlike touches tugging him further under her spell.

need to wake up,"

the bed, sitting up and drew closer. "Come here,"

control snapped. He returned the kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he

long. One that grew since the very moment he'd opened his eyes on his deathbed and saw her lying naked beside him. From that moment, he'd wanted to hold her down and devour her. Climbing fully onto the bed, he moved her backward until her back pressed against the headboard. The kiss turned ravenous, wild, as he let the beast inside him out to play. Not his literal beast, of course, but the one aching and straining in his pants. She clutched at his robes, her lips as hungry as his.

her garment. Need to feel more. Need to lay

"This isn't a dream?" came

pretend it's one." He reached

shaking her head violently, she retreated several steps before stopping. "No, we can't. We can't." His fists clenched to keep from grabbing her

demanding to be sated. But

extended

she took another

she turned and fled. Her footsteps

follow.

sat there, motionless, something heavy settling in his chest.

him as much as he did her; he had seen it, felt it. But

I don't know how to

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him like the

kept herself far from anywhere her beloved might look

been to the gardens, her Frostfall bedchambers, and even her quarters in Blackstone. Instead,

to the homes of the

grounds, spent

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

food, she returned to the fortress gates, exhaustion settling in

Their presence was good, but could also feel stifling at times. Tonight, she'd insisted they leave

Her plants needed tending, and it had bothered her all day. "The workers

it was no

than lie in bed and torment herself with memories of his sweet kisses

she

picked up a watering can and set to work. The world fell away, and the quiet rustle of leaves and the familiar

was so lost in her routine