That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 248

Chapter

248

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Nothing could transform a tremendously exhausting day into something breathtakingly beautiful quite like good news Emeriel was awake-hale and hearty.

He stood before her chamber doors.

When the servants moved to announce his presence, a subtle shake of his head dismissed them without a word.

This was a moment he wanted to enjoy alone.

Quietly, he pushed the door open and slipped inside. The soft lamplight bathed the room in a glow, gilding the edges of everything it touched.

Emeriel was bent over, sorting through her closet, her back to him.

Daemonikai leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to simply watch her.

Gone were the formal, elegant garments of a princess. Clad in simple white nightwear, her figure was accentuated in a way that struck him to his core.

She was breathtaking, with curves rivaling the finest sculptures in the grandest museums.

His eyes followed her as she shifted, her plump, rounded ass presented to him like an invitation. Heavens above.

Arousal surged within him, greedy and possessive.

He imagined himself stepping forward, taking hold of her soft curves, squeezing them. Spanking them, just to see how they would jiggle.

He could almost hear the sweet sounds she'd make as he held her down, fucking into her, watching that delectable backside of hers dance to his moves.

Daemonikai clenched his jaw. He wanted to make love with her, to see her unravel under him. This time, no heat or rut clouding their senses, just them and their pure desire for each other.

fall apart, and piece her back together. To see

sang for him like a water nymph, over and over, as he took her from one orgasm

idea a lot. Hard and aching in

boy. No action for us for a long, long time. No matter how long it takes

for his heavy robes

"Your Grace!"

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gasp snapped his head

hand flew to her chest as her eyes widened in surprise.

Beloved, Riel. Not

you,

*.79%

I was merely enjoying the view," he said in a velvety tone, his gaze

spread across her

hadn't seen that in so long. How he'd

more of those,

action than I did, you oaf, he grumbled at

Mate. Mine.

I know, Beast. Ours.

his hands clasped behind his back, he strode

she said, hesitating, her eyes scanning him in return. "And

her

steps were tentative as she closed the distance between them, her delicate fingers reaching out to touch his arm.

to ask, Riel," he

cheeks colored again, his subtle double meaning not lost

hands, folding it neatly, and setting it aside before turning her attention to

on the dark trails of blackened blood. "How is

as much anymore," he said, his tone reassuring. "My soul

faint marks. "Yes, they are not as black or as many as they used to be,"

left to give you, she had told him

here now, watching her, Daemonikai still didn't believe it-just as he hadn't believed it then. "It's cleared from