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

Chapter 805:

With the sweet taste of her blood, he doubted he would ever feel truly sated. If she were his blood host, he’d probably spend entire days drinking from her until her blood ached. It was probably a good thing she wasn’t.

He’d definitely have a blood problem.

She was still trembling, her muscles soft and limp, her head tilted back to rest against his shoulder.

Daemonikai stood, adjusting her first, shifting her posture with care. Then he slipped one hand beneath her thigh, the other at her shoulder, lifting her effortlessly. Settling back into the chair he had left moments earlier, he cradled her in his lap—partly to keep her comfortable, partly to relieve the pressure of his erection.

Her lashes fluttered, heavy with fatigue. Her expression was languid and tender.

And then she smiled—wide, dazed, and utterly blissful.

“Oh, you smell so good,” she slurred, then hiccupped.

“Have I ever told you that?”

High as the stars.

Daemonikai chuckled softly.

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under his

was cruelty. Pure, unfiltered

And it was glorious.