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

Chapter 502:

Quietly, he pushed the door open and slipped inside. The lamplight bathed the room in a soft glow, gilding the edges of everything it touched.

Emeriel was bent over, sorting through her closet, her back to him. Daemonikai leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to simply watch her.

Gone were the formal, elegant garments of a princess. Clad in simple white nightwear, her figure was accentuated in a way that struck him to his core.

She was breathtaking, with curves rivaling the finest sculptures in the grandest museums.

His eyes followed her as she shifted, her plump, rounded ass presented to him like an invitation. Heavens above.

Arousal surged within him, greedy and possessive.

He imagined himself stepping forward, taking hold of her soft curves, squeezing them—spanking them, just to see how they would jiggle.

He could almost hear the sweet sounds she’d make as he held her down, fucking into her, watching that delectable backside of hers dance to his moves.

wanted to make love with her, to see her unravel under him. This

fall apart, and piece her back together. To see the emotions she always hid behind her mask shatter

defense, until she sang for him like a water nymph, over and over, as he took her from one

lot—hard and aching in his pants. But control was an advantage of being an ancient like him. He glared down at

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long, long time. No matter how long it takes to win her back, to earn her

his heavy robes hiding his very disobedient

“Your Grace!”

gasp snapped his head

him. Her hand flew to her chest

Beloved, Riel. Not

you, I only want to be your

genuine. “I apologize for that, dearling. I was merely enjoying the view,” he said in a velvety tone, his

faintest blush spread across her

seen that in so long.

beast, however, had seen more of those than he