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

Chapter 306: "You had major complications during the birth, remember?" Lord Vladya eyed her. "It's why you're on bedrest. I worry for you too, Merry, and I would do nothing to jeopardize your health. Now, feed me."

"As my master wishes." She extended her pale, slender hand, which Lord Vladya grasped, helping her to settle on the bed's edge. With a gentle sweep, she drew her hair aside, revealing the tender skin of her neck.

The feeding was as intimate as ever, marked by Lady Merrilyn's moans of pleasure and the occasional low growls from Lord Vladya's throat. Aekeira felt a rush of arousal, flushed and warm, her body responding as though she were witnessing sexual intimacy.

And when Lady Merrilyn began to beg him to mount her, Aekeira squirmed uncomfortably on her feet, trying desperately to focus her gaze anywhere but on their intimate exchange. Lord Vladya denied Lady Merrilyn's pleas, holding her still as he fed. By the time he retracted his fangs, sealed the wound, and pulled away, Aekeira felt uncomfortably hot, fighting the urge to shed the confining layers of her garment. If they smelled her arousal, they showed no sign, each caught in their own battle of lust and control.

"Thank you, Merry," Lord Vladya said softly, assisting the lady to recline once more.

"Thank you for resisting, master, but it would be best for you to depart now. I am not myself. I still wish to tear your clothes off," she murmured, eyes closed.

"Indeed. Henry will return soon, but for now, it's perhaps best if you indulge in self-pleasure. You are yet not ready for sexual exertions."

They conversed as though Aekeira wasn't there. She doubted if Lord Vladya remembered her presence.

But as he turned to leave, his gaze, filled with desire and blood-feeding satisfaction, pierced through her. "Come."

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Aekeira trailed behind him, her breaths shallow and quick. Everything about him ensnared her senses. He hadn't fed from her yet, but she yearned for it.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold, the door closing behind them, than he pressed her against the stone wall.

"I feed from Merry, but it's you who invades my thoughts," he said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. He looked starving.

"1-1…" Aekeira's eyes were drawn to his lips. She swallowed.

Lord Vladya's hand caressed her cheek gently. "You are the one I envision spread beneath me, my body lodged deep inside you, my fangs at your neck. Why, Aekeira?" Without waiting for a response, his lips crashed down on hers.

The kiss was fierce, desperate. Grand Lord Vladya consumed her. All thoughts vacated Aekeira's head as he plundered her mouth, except for one: Lord Vladya is kissing me! He really is kissing me.

Aekeira had never been properly kissed before. The drunken slobbering of lustful ministers who had won her in card games and bets didn't count. Those experiences had only set her up to expect the worst from a kiss. Nausea. A churning stomach. Involuntary retches.

But the reality of this Grand Lord's kiss shattered everything else.

Aekeira moaned as his tongue plunged into her mouth, coaxing hers into a dance she had never learned but now found herself desperate to master. His lips suckled at hers greedily, each pull drawing deeper, more shameless sounds from her throat.

Her fingers rose on their own accord, clutching at his robes and pulling him closer as he thoroughly explored her lower lip before sucking it back into his mouth. It was filthy. Raw.

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