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 wake

the bed, sitting up and drew closer.

kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he deepened

down and devour her. Climbing fully onto the bed, he moved her backward until her back pressed against the headboard. The kiss turned ravenous,

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

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

He

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

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

extended

again, she took another step back.

footsteps

follow. He

motionless, something heavy settling in

him as much as he did her; he had seen it, felt

I don't know

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him like

the next two days, she kept herself far from

her Frostfall bedchambers, and even her quarters in Blackstone. Instead, she

the sick, picked herbs, and made medicinal poultices. Trained

spent her nights

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

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

but could also

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

was no

bed and torment herself with memories of his

she detoured

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

was so lost in her routine she sensed the