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

Chapter 767:

“He starves for you,” Alviara whispered. “Yet he waits. Do you know why? Because he will not take what you are not ready to give.”

She’d seen it in his patience these past months—the way he’d held himself back when she couldn’t give him more. But hearing it from another… seeing it through Alviara’s eyes… it was different.

“Give him the word, and he’ll be with you. Say it with all your heart. Mean it. No reservations. No fear. No hesitation.” Alviara caressed her arm, raising goosebumps. “Not because you feel it’s your duty—no one will force you to lie on this bed and give yourself. You do it because it’s what you want. Not for his sake… but for yours.”

And she was light.

Emeriel wasn’t doing this to fulfill his basic needs or to keep him from losing control. She was doing this because she wanted to. She needed all of him.

So she outstretched her hand. “Please… come to me, Beloved.”

her heart, but in her feminine core. Rising on her toes, she kissed him first. She poured her craving and desperation into it.

he was kissing her back. He devoured her, and she drowned

grow tired of his kisses—never lose her addiction to the feel of his mouth, the taste of

lying by her side, his kisses trailing over her skin. His mouth moved along her throat, down the delicate line of her neck,

him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him to her. Oh,

but since

could feel her own slick against her thighs. Emeriel pressed them tightly together again, trying to alleviate the growing ache. Every pull soon turned into maddening torture, for

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need you.” She opened her

“Are you sure?” His eyes searched hers,

She nodded

the bed, his eyes drinking her in. He leaned into her, bracing