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.

who had clawed his way

is it because of… what

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

“What do you

need?”

because

back, parting her thighs. Lifting the hem of her nightgown,

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you like this. It’s not fair to you. 1-” He swallowed hard, fighting

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

in his eyes. “I don’t want

I want this. Please don’t make me beg. I want to feel you inside me again.”

Gratitude and relief softened

her legs, his hands shaking as

pressed against her femininity, but he

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

bit her lip, her breath catching.

she cradled his head closer, holding him to

The murmurs poured naturally from her lips, warmth rising within

throat, his mouth tugging hard on her nipple while his

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

rising with every touch… every pull of his

beginning to suspect her dearest

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

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

shifted, raising her leg over his

hard, trying to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her throat at

it,” she encouraged. “That’s it, my dear king.”

began to move, slow and deep,

groans of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he angled himself at an uncomfortable–looking

breast, offering it to him

nonstop suction on her nipple, combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that left her breathless. The pleasure–pain sensation was almost too