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

Chapter 467: Now, though, instead of drowning in despair, he allowed the emotions to flow through him, acknowledging their presence without letting them consume him.

Perhaps one day, I will go to the hills and roar to the sky. Perhaps one day, I will speak of them without feeling like I'm burning from the inside out.

But for now, he was content to be held. Comforted, right here, in her arms. Her presence alone made everything almost bearable. Her scent, her touch, the sound of her steady breath-all of it eased the ache in his soul.

"You have the most beautiful hair, Your Grace," she murmured, threading her hand gently through his locks. He inhaled deeply, hungrily filling his lungs with her scent. Lemongrass after rain. A low groan left him, the ambrosia of it seeping into his senses.

"You smell incredible," he purred. "I have missed this."

"Thank you." Her fingers continued to caress his face, drifting down to trace along his neck. Featherlight, yet sparks went through him.

Mine. She's mine.

Daemonikai's arms tightened possessively around her waist, pulling her closer.

Emeriel stiffened.

Control your reactions, or you will break this fragile moment.

Grand King Daemonikai curled his hand into fists, resisting the urge to let his hand wander.

Since his return, he had longed to do this-hold her, just like this. Maybe he had imagined it happening differently-horizontally, on a bed, on the floor. Her body writhing under him as he spread her thighs apart, burying himself deep inside-

Unsafe zone. Retreat.

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He mentally shook off the thoughts.

Don't think about those sexy legs wrapped around your waist, or the broken cries in the air.

Emeriel drew back, breaking the moment. Reluctantly, Daemonikai let his arms fall away. "Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that."

For a brief second, he saw something unguarded in her eyes-a naked longing that mirrored his own.

But she blinked, and the walls came back up.

"What work do you need assistance with, Your Grace?" she asked, her voice polite, controlled.

Daemonikai gestured to the empty chair opposite him, using his other hand to adjust himself discreetly.

She settled into the chair, their knees brushing beneath the desk. They worked in companionable silence, interrupted only by the sound of quills scratching against parchment.

He noticed her glancing at him occasionally. Whenever he met her gaze, she quickly looked away.

So, he stopped intercepting her glances, allowing her eyes to linger on him as they pleased. He couldn't help but enjoy it too much.

Time passed, the hours blending together effortlessly. Eventually, his arousal subsided, much to his relief. Now, he felt at ease, calm, and content.

Emeriel worked thoroughly, much to his surprise. Each scroll she completed was neatly organized and eloquently written. He was impressed. Was there anything she couldn't do?

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