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.

man who had clawed his way back from

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

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

“What do you

need?”

him because horror joined desperation.

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

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Chapter 273

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

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

warred in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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

Gratitude and relief softened his

a sharp exhale, he moved between her legs, his hands

femininity, but he

exposed the soft curves of her breast. Dipping his head, his mouth closed over her nipple,

lip, her breath catching. Her breasts

his head closer, holding him to her.

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

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

sucked with the enthusiasm of a starving man, making her feel every pull, every strong suction. Sending sharp pulses of pleasure straight to her core.

every touch… every pull of his mouth.

was beginning to suspect her dearest had a particular

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

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

Daemonikai shifted, raising her leg

sharp

“That’s it, my dear king.”

began to move, slow and

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

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

steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that