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

the bed, sitting up and drew closer. "Come here," Leaning in, she kissed

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

the very moment he'd opened his eyes on his deathbed and 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

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

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

pretend it's one." He

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 from pulling

beat at him, hunger clawed all over him, demanding to be sated.

he extended

flinched. Shaking her head again, she

turned and fled. Her footsteps echoed as she disappeared

didn't follow. He

something heavy settling in his

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.

don't know

...........

PRINCESS EMERIEL

avoided him like

far from anywhere her beloved

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

homes of the sick,

spent her

Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone.

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

but could also feel stifling

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

sigh, she

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

lost in her routine she sensed the