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.

to

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

kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he deepened it. Tongue sliding desperately against hers, his

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. Sweet, breathless little moans

her garment. Need to feel more. Need

her lips away from his. "This isn't a dream?" came the

He reached for

back, horror replaced lust, and she scrambled off the bed as though the sheets had caught fire. "No," 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 from pulling her back into his arms where he knew

at him, hunger clawed all over him, demanding to be

extended

her head again, she took another

then, she turned and fled. Her footsteps echoed as she disappeared through

didn't follow.

there, motionless, something heavy settling in

fear in her eyes, and it was because of their passion. She wanted him as much as he did her; he had seen it, felt it. But it scared the living daylight out of her. Something was truly

I don't know how

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

him

far

quarters

the homes of the sick, picked herbs, and

spent her nights

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

youngling friend Bekka some food, she returned

but could also feel stifling at

had bothered her

was no

else was there to do than lie in bed and torment herself with

a sigh, she detoured

can and set to work. The world fell away, and the quiet rustle of leaves

so lost in her routine