That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 222: An embarrassingly loud moan escaped Emeriel's lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting to offer him better access.

He inhaled again and again, each breath a deep, hungry pull, as if he wanted to absorb every molecule of her scent. A low rumble vibrated in his chest, a sound so familiar that her eyes watered.

He's mine. My Beloved.

She whimpered, pressing herself closer to him, her body molding against his hard, muscled frame as she simply held on, losing herself in the sensation of his nose and lips against her neck. Finally, he pulled away, and Emeriel forced her heavy eyelids open. There was a subtle easing of tension in his demeanor that hadn't been there before.

"B-better?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. Her body tingled everywhere, filled with warmth. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples taut.

He gave a nod. "I appreciate that," he replied, his voice regaining its polite tone. "I feel much better now."

That makes one of us.

She had never imagined that something as simple as a scenting could ignite such a potent response inside her. I hope to heaven I don't become aroused, because he would smell it.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Moments later, they entered the garden's shed, a small, cozy enclosure filled with gardening tools and various supplies.

Daemonikai had spoken the truth when he said he felt better. In fact, he felt more at ease than he had in weeks. Yet, the craving for her scent lingered, a persistent ache in his senses. He wanted to bury his nose there once more. For hours on end.

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His own thoughts surprised him. He had never been particularly obsessed with scenting. It was a natural act for his people, an everyday occurrence.

As the grand king, he offered comfort by scenting the hands of his subjects or allowing them to scent his. It was a simple gesture, nothing more. Until now.

Of course, he had loved Evie's scent, and his sons' as well. But as he searched his memories, he couldn't recall ever feeling such a burning desire to scent someone for hours. Except perhaps during Evie's heats, which didn't count. Heat and rut amplified their animal instincts, driving them to irrational actions.

However, with this young princess, he wanted. Needed to stuff his nose right there for days and fill his lungs with her scent.

"This place was recently rebuilt," her voice echoed softly as she explained, her back to him. "Although the roof isn't finished yet-"

"Oh!" she gasped as he spun her around and buried his face in her neck. This time, he did not ask. He took.

He expected her to protest, to push him away, but instead, she melted into his embrace, a soft moan escaping her lips.

This won't do.

Daemonikai grabbed her, pressing her back against the wall. His body was close, enveloping hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he filled his lungs with a unique floral and earthy ambrosia.

Ukrae, she smelled so good he could eat her up.

"Your Grace," she breathed shakily.

"Need more," he growled, his hot breath fanning across her neck. "I need more. I…"

"Please, please, please," she cried, her hand going around his neck, holding and guiding his head closer. "Take more."

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