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.

onto the bed, he straightened, intent on

to sleep beside you tonight,” she

His body tensed.

“Emeriel…”

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎 𝓬𝓱𝑒𝑐𝓴

just for tonight.” She

he refuse, when he shared the

“Please,” she whispered again.

“Only tonight.”

well,” he

“Only tonight.”

his tunic over his head, unfastened the ties at

not looked

Daemonikai smirked.

you like what

red flushed her

“I do, my king.”

he slid beneath the covers, drawing

soft, unashamedly needy sound, clinging to him with