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

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

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

backward until her back pressed against the headboard. The kiss turned ravenous,

reached for her garment. Need to

his. "This isn't a dream?"

one." He

off the bed as though the sheets had caught fire. "No," shaking her head violently, she retreated several steps before stopping. "No,

hunger clawed all over him, demanding to be sated. But that

he extended

she took another step

she turned and fled. Her footsteps echoed as she

follow. He

sat there, motionless, something heavy settling in

first time 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. Something was truly broken

don't know how to

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him

herself far from anywhere her beloved might look for

meant she hadn't been to the gardens, her Frostfall bedchambers, and even her quarters

hunted game and delivered the meat to the homes of the sick,

grounds, spent her

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

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

Their presence was good, but could

passed by one of the garden pathways, she paused. Her plants needed tending, and it had

it was

than lie in bed

sigh, she detoured into

The world fell away, and the quiet rustle of

her routine she sensed