That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 467:

Now, though, instead of drowning in despair, he allowed the emotions to flow through him, acknowledging their presence without letting them consume him.

Perhaps one day, I will go to the hills and roar to the sky. Perhaps one day, I will speak of them without feeling like I’m burning from the inside out.

But for now, he was content to be held. Comforted, right here, in her arms. Her presence alone made everything almost bearable. Her scent, her touch, the sound of her steady breath—all of it eased the ache in his soul.

“You have the most beautiful hair, Your Grace,” she murmured, threading her hand gently through his locks.

He inhaled deeply, hungrily filling his lungs with her scent. Lemongrass after rain. A low groan left him, the ambrosia of it seeping into his senses.

“You smell incredible,” he purred. “I have missed this.”

“Thank you.” Her fingers continued to caress his face, drifting down to trace along his neck. Featherlight, yet sparks went through him.

Mine. She’s mine.

tightened possessively around her

Emeriel stiffened.

you

his hand into fists, resisting the urge to let his

his return, he had longed to do this—hold her, just like this. Maybe he had imagined it happening differently—horizontally, on a bed, on the floor. Her body writhing under him as he spread her

Unsafe zone. Retreat.

shook

sexy legs wrapped around your waist, or the broken cries in the

let his arms fall

unguarded in her eyes—a naked longing that

blinked, and the walls came

you need assistance with, Your Grace?” she asked, her voice

gestured to the empty chair opposite him, using his