Chapter 812:

“I can’t help but think it, every time. It’s always my first thought.” His gaze swept over her with desire. “Isn’t she beautiful, Alviara?”

“She truly is,” came Alviara’s voice from behind Emeriel—grateful and gentle. “And even more now that she carries your child, Your Grace.”

“Indeed.” Daemonikai lifted her into his arms, but when she reached to wrap her arms around his neck, he carefully transferred her into Alviara’s embrace. “Here you go.”

“I’m heavy,” Emeriel protested.

Alviara took her weight effortlessly, letting out a low, sultry laugh. “To a human, perhaps.”

She carried Emeriel across the room with the grace of a dancer, stopping at the foot of the bed before gently lowering her. Emeriel’s feet touched the floor, and her gaze instinctively sought her beloved.

seat, reclining once more in the chair,

could lose herself in his

said softly. “Focus on me.

she took a

didn’t fully understand what was happening, but her curiosity… outweighed

courtesan praised. “You seem tense.

as if she had

look at me and tell

the woman before her. Alviara was a vision in

clung to every curve of her body. Her breasts were exposed, the soft swell just peeking

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