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,"

from the bed, sitting up and drew closer.

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

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

her garment. Need to feel more. Need to lay her down

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

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

she drew 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

all over him, demanding to be sated. But that panic in

extended a

she took another step

and fled. Her footsteps echoed as

didn't follow. He

something heavy

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

I don't know how to

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him like

kept herself far from anywhere her beloved might look

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

the sick,

spent her nights

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

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

could also feel stifling at times.

it had bothered her

it was

what else was there to do than lie in bed and torment herself with memories of his sweet kisses all

she

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

in her routine