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.

him. This time, no heat or rut clouding their senses, just them

wanted to undo her, watch her fall apart, and piece her back together. To

water

in his pants. But control was an advantage of being

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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

“Your Grace!”

gasp snapped his

already facing him. Her hand flew to her chest as her eyes widened in

Riel. Not

else’s Majesty, but to you, I only want

for that, dearling. I was merely enjoying the view,” he said

blush spread across

in so long. How he’d missed

had seen more of those than he