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

Chapter 802:

“I am your soul bond, Daemon. Three years ago, my blood saved your life. With or without dark magic, that truth remains. My blood still means something, because I am yours. With or without our bond, that doesn’t change.”

In the past, he would have refused outright, without hesitation. He hadn’t forgotten the healers’ warnings—that drawing blood from her in the later stages could cause her discomfort. But what he had forgotten was the rest of their advice: if she was comfortable with it, if she chose it, then not only was it safe—it was vital.

“I’ve been eating a lot of greens,” she said with a slight smile. “And the herbal tonics the healers prepared to strengthen my blood. I can handle this.”

And gods help him, he wanted to do it.

He craved her blood with a hunger that ached in his fangs. He missed it. Missed it—the rich, potent taste sliding down his throat instead of the teasing sips he’d allowed himself in recent months.

His throat worked around a rough word. “Alright.”

She blinked, visibly surprised. But she recovered quickly. “Alright. How?”

do you want

on my knees, bent over the edge of the bed, standing against the wall—gods, Emeriel. I’ll take you however

was his cock doing the thinking

sway of her hips, the movement of her breasts beneath her loose dresses, the

blushed or turned shy. He tried not to notice too much when she wore sleepwear—or

to say, everything

a constant state

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around her was more torturous than being hung upside down and

her legs over his shoulders

in this

was true.