That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 662

Chapter 662:

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King Daemonikai followed her gaze.

“You were with Vladya, were you not?”

“After our bonding ritual failed,” she admitted, looking away from the door.

“I could not believe it was over—just like that. After everything we had endured.”

She gave a sad, fleeting smile.

“Those were dark times. While trying to deal with the heartbreak, I went on heat suppressants. Vladya… he was an even greater mess than I was. And let us just say—our intimacies then were for all the wrong reasons, and they reflected that.”

“When I went off suppressants six months later, my next heat with him was… a challenge.” She shook her head, pulling herself out of the memory.

“I daresay he has forgotten entirely. It’s over a millennia ago, after all. But some experiences, a lady does not ever forget.”

King Daemonikai nodded.

“I am delighted he has found happiness. That we both have. Our future was so bleak then… and now, here we are.” She gave a soft chuckle.

“And now I am rambling. Forgive me, Your Majesty—I will leave you to your duties.”

“Thank you, Merilyn.”

She dipped into a graceful bow and took her leave.

Minutes after Merilyn departed, Daemonikai remained lost in thought, pondering all she had said while watching over Emeriel’s restless sleep. He should have awakened her by now, but after the turmoil of the day she had endured, he lacked the heart to rouse her.

His rut had finally loosened its hold on him, granting him the clarity he needed to steady his thoughts and determine his next course of action.

Emeriel stirred.

“My Beloved…”

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That name, coming from her lips, always did something to him. For a name he had heard countless times over the course of his long life, there was something uniquely beautiful about the way it sounded coming from her. Everything with her felt new, different.

“It burns… I am burning,” she cried, rolling restlessly to the side.

From beyond the chamber walls, Aekeira’s cries of bliss rose again. Daemonikai’s senses, amplified by his rut, detected every detail – the slick sound of skin meeting skin, the whispered words of passion. He forced himself to ignore them, focusing solely on Emeriel.

Rising, he shed his loose pants and climbed into bed behind her.

“Hey, little princess,” he murmured, turning her gently to face him.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion as they darted about the room before settling on him. The tension eased from her features.

“My king,” she breathed, relief coloring her voice.

Daemonikai claimed her lips in a kiss, the tenderness belying the fire burning within him. He pulled her flush against his body, his hardened length pressing against her belly. Within seconds, she tensed, a throaty whimper escaping as her heat resurged.

“Open your legs for me,” he murmured against her lips.

Her thighs parted obediently, and he found her swollen bundle of nerves, applying firm pressure. She gasped, hips jerking in response. He continued kissing her, his tongue plundering her mouth with the same intensity he planned to show her aching core when she finally accepted him.

His free hand wrapped around his throbbing length as he rubbed and flicked her sensitive nub, swallowing her moans. After a day of tension and a night of unfulfilled rut, he could already feel his climax building. Under normal circumstances, Daemonikai might have tried to delay it, but not now.

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