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

Chapter 814:

“Y-yes.”

“Do you see how he holds himself back? Those hands of his ache to be on you. That mouth longs to devour you. And yet… he waits.”

Emeriel let out a soft whimper, squeezing her thighs together. Why did hearing it from someone else make it feel so much more intense?

“He’s starving for you,” Alviara whispered. “And still, he waits. Do you know why? Because he will never take what you are not ready to give.”

She had seen it in his patience these past months, in the way he held back when she couldn’t offer more. But hearing it from someone else… seeing it through Alviara’s eyes… it hit differently.

arm, sending a shiver through her. “Not because you feel it’s your duty—no one

to meet basic needs or to keep him from losing control. She was doing it because

all of

out her hand. “Please… come

already in front of her before the last syllable left her lips. Towering, enclosing, surrounding her. She breathed him in, feeling a deep ache—not

and desperation into that kiss. It

was kissing

She drowned in him.

mouth, to his taste, to the way his lips moved against hers as if she were everything he had

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