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

is it because of… what

to think about this.” There was a wild, desperate look on his

“What do you

need?”

on him because

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

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not fair

you? she coaxed him, urging him forward. “Use me if it helps ease

eyes. “I don’t want to hurt

don’t make me beg. I

relief softened

he moved between her legs, his hands

against her femininity,

of her garment, ripping it with one tug, he exposed the soft curves of

breath catching. Her breasts still

she cradled his head closer, holding him to her.

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

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

sucked with the enthusiasm of a starving man, making her feel every pull,

with every touch…

dearest had a particular fondness for

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

couldn’t stop the soft

raising her leg over his hip. Then, in one

hard, trying to stifle the sharp

it,” she encouraged. “That’s it, my

hips began to move, slow and deep, his thick length stretching her.

angled himself at an

her breast, offering it to him

the steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a