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.

to make love with her, to see her unravel under him. This time, no heat or rut clouding

apart, and piece her back together. To see the emotions she always hid

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

loved the idea a 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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robes hiding his very disobedient

“Your Grace!”

gasp snapped

him. Her hand flew to her chest as her eyes widened in surprise. “You scared

Beloved, Riel.

Majesty, but to you, I only want to be

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

spread

hadn’t seen that in so long. How he’d

had seen more