Semua Bab That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Bab 361 - Bab 370

“The w-way you’re looking at me…” Emeriel squirmed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.She stood before him now, waiting for him to tell her how he wanted her. And her cheeks had flushed an utterly endearing shade of red.“And how is that?” Daemonikai drawled, though he already knew. Gods, he knew.“Like you would…” she faltered, lowering her gaze. “Like you’re imagining being... in-inside me.”“Huh. That is startlingly accurate.”He watched as the flush deepened, spreading down her throat and over her collarbone. “Oh.” She stared at her feet. Or tried to. He held back a smile and rose to his feet, loving the way her chin tilted up to find his face. “I will teach you how to bloodfeed in the ways of old.”Her lips parted in a soft breath as he reached for her, unfastening the ties of her gown with a gentleness that belied his lust. Bare, he guided her to the center of the room.“Kneel.”She lowered herself to the floor. He circled her slowly, letting his eyes roam over the curve of

PRINCESS EMERIEL.Emeriel wouldn’t go so far as to say she was avoiding her beloved. But if one were to put it that way… well, there was little she could do to deny it.She was beyond mortified. Embarrassed didn’t begin to cover it. Chagrined… that, and so much more.The things she had said. The things she had done in the early morning hours.As soon as she’d woken that afternoon, the memories had been merciless, striking her and bludgeoning her. She had wanted nothing more than for the ground to open and swallow her whole.But, of course, the ground had done no such thing, because her luck was dreadful.So she had done the next best thing. She had quickly freshened up and all but fled to the plantations, spending the remainder of the day there. She kept herself busy inspecting crops, checking for pests, issuing instructions to the workers. But her mind…Her mind was on her highly unladylike behavior. On the whorish things she had said. Words that belonged in the shadowed corners of a

He was in front of her before the last syllable left her lips. Towering, crowding her, surrounding her. She breathed him in, feeling a deep sense of longing… not just in her heart, but in her feminine core. Rising on her toes, she kissed him first. She poured her craving and desperation into it. The kiss was fast and a little clumsy, but so full of need.And within heartbeats, he was kissing her back. He devoured her, and she drowned in it.Emeriel would never grow tired of his kisses—never lose her addiction to the feel of his mouth, the taste of him, the way his lips moved against hers as though she was all he had ever hungered for.Cool silk sheets met her back, he lowered next to her, lying by her side, his kisses trailing over her skin. His mouth moved along her throat, down the delicate line of her neck, and lower still… until his lips found her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth.Emeriel cried, arching into him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him to her.

Emeriel was crying now, but laughing too, the sound a mess of both.Her male did not care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and unrestrained. “I can feel you,” he murmured between kisses.“I c-can feel you too,” she choked out, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach.“Your scent… Ukrae, your fucking scent…” His sniffing grew loud, frantic, crazed. Rubbing his nose and mouth along her neck, her shoulder, her breasts. “I knew you smelled good, incredible, but now—gods, the seven gods—your scent is amplified. What the—”He growled, then purred, vibrating against her as his phallus stiffened once again, hard and hot behind her.“I need to have you again. I can’t… gods!” One strong hand lifted her leg as he lined himself up again, and with a jerky thrust, he was inside her once more.She gasped, nuzzling her head against his chest. The feeling... it was out of this world. Beyond words and comprehension.“I’m too deep,” he rumbled, holding her tightly. “Do y

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAIGrand King Daemonikai was in a good mood.When prepared for court, he’d leaned down to kiss a sleeping Emeriel on the cheek before leaving. Whatever remnants of exhaustion remained in his body were dulled by her scent and their reawakened bond.When he stepped into the court corridors, Ottai took one look at him and beamed wide. “Congratulations.”Soon after, Vladya joined them, looking relieved and equally pleased.Daemonikai wasn’t sure what had given it away—whether it was the ease in his muscles, the subtle satisfaction clinging to his every step, or the unmistakable calm that had settled over his presence—but they had both seen it. They knew his instincts had been sated, that his bond with Emeriel had returned.“You have no idea how glad I am,” Ottai’s voice carried emotion.Daemonikai snorted. “I think I do, actually. It’s written all over your face, Ottai.” He turned to him. “How is Morina?”Ottai grimaced. “Full heat recovery is a bitch, but she’s doing b