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 his way

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

this.” There

“What do you

need?”

for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. “Fuck, I apologize. I shouldn’t ask this of you.

her thighs. Lifting

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can’t use you like this. It’s not fair to you. 1-” He swallowed

take care of you? she coaxed him,

eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

willingly because I want this. Please don’t make me

Gratitude and relief softened his

his hands

against her femininity, but he didn’t

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

breath catching. Her breasts still

head closer, holding him to

powerful, powerful man.” The murmurs poured naturally from

throat, his mouth tugging hard on her nipple while his hand kneaded and pressed

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

stirred, rising with every touch… every pull of his

to suspect her dearest had a particular

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

with each suckle, and she couldn’t stop the

Daemonikai shifted, raising her leg over his hip. Then, in one smooth move, he entered her.

to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her

“That’s

to move, slow and deep, his thick

throat as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking

her breast, offering it to him as small cries tumbled from her.

with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that left her breathless. The