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

Chapter 688:

Moving closer, he bent and slid his arms beneath her. She was warm against his chest, her body pliant in sleep. As he lifted her, she stirred, a faint hum slipping from her lips. Her lashes fluttered, and drowsy blue eyes found him.

“Your Grace… When did you return?”

“Just now.” He brushed his fingers against her cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“You were waiting for me?”

“Mm.” She barely managed a nod before resting her head against his shoulder.

A pleased warmth settled in his chest. He had not realized how much he had missed this—missed her. Waking beside her, feeling her presence close. But distance was necessary.

Daemonikai would sooner drive his own sword through his chest than risk a repeat of what had happened that dreadful night.

He had not shared something with her. Since that night, his beast had gone unnervingly quiet. No attempts to force a shift. No desperate need to stake a possessive claim. It had simply retreated into the deepest part of his mind, drowning in its guilt.

Their brief time at the cottage was a cherished memory he held close to his heart. The easy moments, the stolen touches, the intimacy that had come so naturally.

Perhaps one day they would have that again.

on moving away,

would like to sleep beside you tonight,”

His body tensed.

“Emeriel…”

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will not lose control in the night. It is just for tonight.” She paused, then added even softer, “I miss waking up to my

could he refuse, when

“Please,” she whispered again.

“Only tonight.”

well,” he groaned,

“Only tonight.”

her side, resting her cheek on her hands. Her eyes followed him as he pulled his tunic over his head, unfastened

had not

Daemonikai smirked.

you like

dull red flushed her

“I do, my king.”

breath, he slid beneath the covers, drawing her into his

needy sound, clinging to him with the tenacity of an