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.

a man who had clawed his way back from hell.

dreams frequently? Or is it because of… what happened?” Losing

I can’t think of this now. I wish not to think about this.” There was a wild, desperate look

“What do you

need?”

inside you.” What he was asking for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. “Fuck, I apologize. I shouldn’t

her thighs. Lifting the hem of her nightgown, she bared herself for

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Chapter 273

It’s not fair to you. 1-” He

you to. I’m your woman, My Grand King. Let me take care of you? she coaxed him, urging him forward. “Use me if

eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

because I want this. Please don’t make me

and relief softened his

a sharp exhale, he moved between her legs, his hands shaking as he hastily removed his

femininity, but

curves of

her breath catching. Her

closer, holding

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

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

sucked with the enthusiasm of a starving man, making her feel every pull, every

touch… every pull

beginning to suspect her dearest

erotic about the sight of him like this. Clinging to her, lost in his hunger, while Emeriel held

the soft moan slipping from her lips as

leg over his hip. Then, in one smooth move, he entered

the sharp cry rushing to her

she encouraged. “That’s it,

and deep, his thick length stretching

rumbled from his throat as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking position, refusing to let her go or lose contact.

breast, offering it to him as small cries tumbled

suction on her nipple, combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that left