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

Or is it because of…

not to think about this.” There was a wild, desperate look on his face. “I need to forget. Help

“What do you

need?”

was asking for must have dawned on him because horror joined desperation. “Fuck, I apologize.

it’s okay, dearest.” She pulled him closer, and rolled onto her back, parting her thighs. Lifting the hem of her nightgown, she bared herself for him.

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Chapter 273

not fair to you. 1-” He swallowed

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

in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt

this. Please don’t make me beg.

relief softened his tormented gaze.

he moved between her legs, his hands shaking as

femininity, but he didn’t enter.

curves of her

her breath

head closer, holding him to

you so much. My powerful, powerful man.” The murmurs poured naturally from her lips,

mouth tugging hard on her nipple

feel every pull, every strong suction. Sending sharp pulses of pleasure straight to

stirred, rising with every touch… every pull of

was beginning to suspect her dearest had a

of him like this. Clinging to her, lost in his hunger,

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

his focus or releasing her, Daemonikai shifted, raising her leg over his hip.

sharp cry rushing to her throat at the discomfort.

“That’s it, my

slow and deep, his thick length stretching her.

pleasure rumbled from his throat as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking position, refusing to let

offering it to him as small cries

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