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

up and drew closer. "Come here,"

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

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

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

his. "This isn't a dream?" came the

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

bed as though the sheets had caught fire. "No," shaking her head violently, she retreated several steps before stopping. "No, we can't. We

demanding to be sated. But that panic in

extended a

Shaking her head again, she

she turned and fled. Her footsteps

follow. He

heavy settling in his

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

I don't know

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PRINCESS EMERIEL

him like the

herself far from anywhere her beloved might look for

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

homes of the sick, picked herbs, and made

grounds, spent her

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

some food, she returned to the fortress

with her. Their presence was good, but could also feel stifling at times. Tonight, she'd

the garden pathways, she paused. Her plants needed tending, and it had bothered her all day. "The

it was

in bed and torment herself with memories of his sweet kisses

she

world fell away, and the quiet rustle of leaves and the familiar scents

in her routine she sensed