That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 295

Chapter 295:

🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙

Effortlessly, she rested against the curve of his legs. She buried her nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. I could stay this way forever.

A cool cup pressed against her lips, and she instinctively parted them, the refreshing liquid sliding down her throat. The water, infused with a subtle sweetness, hinted at berries and honey. She drank gratefully, her eyes closed, savoring this stolen moment between them.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he praised, causing her stomach to flutter. He made her feel so good. Emeriel wanted more of it.

A spoon pressed against her lips, and her eyes opened. The small silver spoon held a morsel of poached pear. He’s going to hand-feed me…?

In what universe had she fallen? Emeriel didn’t care. Obediently, she opened her mouth, and the delicate sweetness exploded on her tongue. Next came a sliver of warm bread, infused with olive oil and fragrant herbs. Its crispy edges and delectable taste delighted her senses. He fed her more of it, until she could eat no more.

King Daemonikai gently wiped away a stray crumb from her chin. “There you go. A little nourishment, and our little Syren shall be ready to return to her slumber.”

Emeriel’s body hummed with contentment. She reached out a tentative hand, hovering in the air. “May I touch you, Your Grace?”

He nodded once.

Her fingers traced the planes of his face, her bleary eyes fixed upon him. The sharp angles of his cheekbones, the strong line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips… She committed every detail to memory.

“You are the most handsome male I have ever laid eyes on,” she murmured.

His eyes softened even further. “I have grown averse to the touch of others, yet I have come to realize… I like your touch, young princess.”

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ

Because I belong to you. I was made for you. You are mine. My Beloved.

Her fingers trailed down his nose, tracing the contours of his lips, the sharp line of his jaw, the column of his neck. Warmth spread through her. Emeriel felt at peace. For the first time since her arrival in Urai, she felt whole. Complete.

Her Beloved hand-fed her every morsel until she was fully satiated. Then, the grand king laid her down and cleared away the plates. Emeriel drifted back to sleep, her heart lighter than it had ever been.

May this heat last as long as forever. May the outside world never intrude.

The slave master swallowed audibly, his face pale. He turned to Aekeira, his eyes downcast. “I apologize for everything I did wrong, human.”

Lord Vladya’s voice remained calm, his face blank. “That is not her name, Tyke.”

“I a-apologize for everything, A-Aekeira.”

Aekeira was tongue-tied. “I…hm…”

Lord Vladya finally released her hand, leaving it tingling from his touch. He turned and strode away, his cloak swirling behind him. “Follow me.”

Aekeira trailed behind him, leaving the bewildered, prying eyes behind. Silence enveloped them as they made their way through the Blackstone’s courtyard, where slaves toiled, and into the heart of the fortress, where only Urekai roamed.

She thought back on High Lord Herod’s message this morning, thankful that Em was somewhere safe for her full heat. Though surprised that the grand king was helping her through it, still, knowing whose arms Em was in eased some of her worries… even if it opened the doors to newer, scarier ones.

.

.

.