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

Chapter 565:

And occasionally, when she walked past him, he’d cup her butt or touch her breasts unexpectedly, making her jerk. But it all ended there.

Despite the nights when his arousal pressed against her through the dark hours, or the mornings when he woke clearly aroused, he hadn’t tried to take her body again.

She tried not to let it trouble her, but it did.

Emeriel missed him in that way. She longed to feel him again. She couldn’t believe how often she thought about it.

It worried her—how much she yearned to open her legs for him, to let him inside her again. Such unladylike hunger. Emeriel never imagined herself this way.

Just three years ago, the idea of sexual intimacy had filled her with dread. Her heart had been torn out of her chest and handed to her every time she had to save her sister from yet another aristocrat.

What she shared with her beloved was nothing like the sickening, demeaning act those ministers had forced upon her sister. Emeriel knew that. What they had was different—it was special, and oh, so beautiful.

it as much as she did, like some harlot in a whorehouse. So she kept silent, suppressing her desires even as they left her in

he saw her, the look cleared, and his stance relaxed. Always fully present and attentive, as though nothing else in

the reprieve was temporary. Duty called. They would

tales on

kitchen, Emeriel

was empty, the bed

evening breeze brushed against her skin as she made her way to the archery range—one of his favorite places to spend his

checked the garden and spotted the gardener tending

gardener gave a respectful bow. “Your

asked, brushing her hair away from her face

went in this direction.”

you.” She gave him a slight nod.

she stepped under the canopy. The wind moved through the trees, rustling the leaves, sending her long hair

“My King…?”