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.

you need to wake up," he

up and drew closer. "Come here," Leaning in, she

He returned the kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he deepened it. Tongue sliding

hunger he'd kept buried for so 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. Sweet, breathless little moans spilled from her, driving

kiss, he reached for her garment. Need to feel more. Need to lay

lips away from his. "This isn't a dream?" came the wide-eyed

could pretend it's one." He reached for those sexy lips

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

beat at him, hunger clawed all over him, demanding

he extended

her head again, she took another step back.

footsteps echoed as she disappeared

follow.

there, motionless, something heavy settling in his

he'd ever seen true 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.

don't know how to fix

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PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him like the

far from anywhere her

she hadn't been to the gardens, her Frostfall bedchambers, and even her quarters in Blackstone. Instead, she busied herself

delivered the meat to the homes of the sick, picked herbs, and made

grounds, spent her nights

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

youngling friend Bekka some food, she returned to the fortress

guards weren't with her. Their presence was good, but could also feel

it had bothered her all

it was no

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

she detoured

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

lost in her routine she sensed the