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

my back, on my knees, bent over the edge of the bed, standing against

the thinking now instead of his

she passed by; tried not to watch the sway

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

it to say, everything

a constant

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than being hung upside down

over his shoulders and pound

do that to her in

was true.