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 wake

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

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

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 him absolutely

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

his. "This isn't a

He reached for those

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

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

extended

head again, she took another step

turned and fled. Her footsteps echoed as she disappeared

follow.

heavy

and it was because of their passion. She wanted him as much as

I don't know how to

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

him like

herself far from anywhere her beloved might

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

homes of the sick, picked herbs, and made medicinal

grounds, spent

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

she returned to the fortress gates, exhaustion settling in

good, but could also feel stifling at

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

it was no

bed and torment herself with memories of his sweet kisses

she detoured

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

so lost in her routine she sensed