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.

like a man who had clawed

frequently? Or is it because of…

hoarsely. “But… I can’t think of this now. I wish not to think about this.” There was a wild, desperate look on his face. “I need to forget. Help me forget.”

“What do you

need?”

to be inside you.” What he was asking for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. “Fuck, I apologize. I shouldn’t ask this of you. What am I doing? I-”

her thighs. Lifting the hem of her

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fair to you. 1-” He

you? she coaxed him, urging him

warred in his eyes. “I don’t

offering willingly because I want this. Please don’t make me beg. I want to feel you inside me

Gratitude and relief softened his tormented

exhale, he moved between her legs, his hands shaking

her femininity, but he

of her garment, ripping it with one tug, he exposed the soft curves of her breast. Dipping his head, his mouth

her lip, her breath catching.

closer, holding him

My powerful, powerful man.” The murmurs

mouth tugging hard on her nipple while

a starving man, making her feel every pull, every strong suction. Sending sharp pulses

desire stirred, rising with every touch… every

beginning to suspect her dearest had

of him like this. Clinging to her, lost

suckle, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan slipping from her lips as she tried not

her leg over his hip. Then, in

trying to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her

“That’s

move, slow and deep, his thick length

as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking position, refusing to let her go

cupped her breast, offering it to him

of his thrusts, created