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

Chapter 641:

“Riel,” he rumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Butterflies attacked her belly.

“Yes, I apologize for waking you from slumber, but I know what today is, and I know you have to leave early, so… I prepared your bath.”

Daemonikai rose, shifting to sit at the edge, but instead of getting up, he reached for her. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer until she stood between his legs. He buried his face in her chest, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“You smell like heaven wrapped as a gift to mankind,” his muffled deep voice vibrated against her skin. He missed me too. Emeriel bit back a moan. It’s good to know she wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

Her hands hovered uncertainly for a moment before settling in his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. His breath against her skin made her shiver.

Raising his head, eyes slitted drowsily, he said in a soft command, “Kiss me.”

Emeriel’s head lowered instantly, her lips pressing softly to his. A shudder ran through her at the contact.

familiar heat of his mouth was like sweet heaven. This was the closest

a breath to separate them, his hooded gaze lifted to

harder.” And

his mouth, but soon, the pent-up longing inside her took over. She kissed him with a desperate fire that left her whining and trembling, her hands gripping his shoulders, anchoring herself as the world tilted around

was dazed and breathing heavily. Her mind was blank. It took her

Right. His bath.

she whispered in an unsteady

“Your bath is ready.”

as if debating whether or not

him out of his bedchamber and down the hallway to hers, savoring

and

him to, one day, be

him, and she was not ashamed

the Celestial Offering. Today, she would remind him he was not

the newest

tomorrow, when he returned, she would be waiting.