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

Chapter 273

“No! Go through the back! Save yourself!” The desperate command echoed into the dim silence of the room, followed by sharp, labored pants. “Protect your mother!”

Emeriel’s eyes snapped open to the faint light of dawn filtering through the open curtains.

She turned, her heart clenching as she saw Daemonikai thrashing beside her, his chest heaving, his fists clenched white- knuckling the sheets.

“There are too many of them. 1…” His voice broke, raw with helpless panic. “Too many of them.”

“Daemon…” Her hand hovered inches from his shoulder.

The memory of the last time he’d woken from a nightmare beside her flashed vividly in her mind. A moment that had nearly cost her her life.

“Myka, where is Alvin!?” his voice rose again, desperate. “Where is your brother!?”

Her throat clogged, tears prickling her eyes. He was trapped there again.

Reliving the terror of a father failing to save his children. It wasn’t real, but the horror in his voice was clear, cutting through her like a sword.

To hell with this.

“Wake up,” she whispered, then louder, “Daemon, wake up!”

Her hands closed around his broad shoulders, shaking him. “Don’t live through that again, I’m here.”

“How could you tell… the humans about us, Alvin? No matter how drunk you were, you shouldn’t have…” his panting grew louder, frantic.

Emeriel climbed halfway onto him, wrapping her arms around his shaking frame. “Come back to me, please.”

His eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling fast against hers.

“You’re alright,” she soothed, willing him to believe it. “It’s just a nightmare. You are safe.”

“Emeriel?” His voice was disoriented, his eyes darting all over her face.

“Yes, it’s me.” She adjusted herself to better see his face, her hands brushing the damp hair away from his sweat–soaked

brow.

looked like a man who had clawed

Or is it because of… what happened?” Losing our child.

wish not to think about this.”

“What do you

need?”

have dawned on him because horror joined

him closer, and rolled onto her back, parting her thighs. Lifting the hem

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you like this. It’s not fair to you.

care of you? she coaxed him, urging him forward. “Use me

“I don’t want to

make me

softened

his hands shaking as

against her femininity, but he didn’t enter.

soft curves of her breast. Dipping his head, his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking

lip, her breath catching.

head closer,

much. My powerful, powerful man.” The murmurs poured naturally from her lips, warmth rising within

hard on her nipple while his hand kneaded and pressed the other

the enthusiasm of a starving man, making her feel every pull, every strong suction. Sending

desire stirred, rising with every touch… every

to suspect her dearest

something deeply erotic about the sight of him like this. Clinging to her, lost

she couldn’t stop the soft moan slipping from her lips as she tried not to

or releasing her, Daemonikai shifted, raising her leg

to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her throat at the discomfort.

“That’s it, my dear

hips began to move, slow and deep,

from his throat as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking

him as

thrusts, created a sweet agony that left her breathless.