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

Chapter 477: She rose from the bed, sitting up and drawing closer. "Come here."

Leaning in, she kissed him.

His control snapped. He returned the kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he deepened it. Tongue sliding desperately against hers, his chest pressed against her soft bosoms.

Daemonikai kissed her with all the hunger he'd kept buried for so long. One that had grown since the very moment he'd opened his eyes on his deathbed and saw her lying naked beside him. From that moment, he'd wanted to hold her down and devour her. Climbing fully onto the bed, he moved her backward until her back pressed against the headboard. The kiss turned ravenous, wild, as he let the beast inside him out to play. Not his literal beast, of course, but the one aching and straining in his pants.

She clutched at his robes, her lips as hungry as his. Sweet, breathless little moans spilled from her, driving him absolutely crazy.

Never breaking their kiss, he reached for her garment. Need to feel more. Need to lay her down and-

She wrenched her lips away from his. "This isn't a dream?" came the wide-eyed squeak.

"You could pretend it's one." He reached for those sexy lips again.

But she drew back, horror replacing lust, and she scrambled off the bed as though the sheets had caught fire. "No," she shook her head violently, retreating several steps before stopping. "No, we can't. We can't."

His fists clenched to keep from grabbing her and pulling her back into his arms where he knew she belonged.

Desire beat at him, hunger clawed at him, demanding to be sated.

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But that panic in her eyes…

"Emeriel," he extended a hand.

She flinched. Shaking her head again, she took another step back. "No… I can't."

And then, she turned and fled. Her footsteps echoed as she disappeared through the doorway. Daemonikai didn't follow. He couldn't.

He sat there, motionless, something heavy settling in his chest.

Sadness.

This was the first time he'd ever seen true fear in her eyes, and it was because of their passion. She wanted him as much as he did her; he had seen it, felt it. But it scared the living daylight out of her.

Something was truly broken between them. And I don't know how to fix it.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

She avoided him like the plague.

For the next two days, she kept herself far from anywhere her beloved might look for her.

That meant she hadn't been to the gardens, her Frostfall bedchambers, or even her quarters in Blackstone. Instead, she busied herself with errands-tasks that kept her moving, distracting her.

She hunted game and delivered the meat to the homes of the sick, picked herbs, and made medicinal poultices. She trained hard on the sparring grounds, spending her nights in Aekeira's chambers in Blackstone. Tonight, after giving her young friend Bekka some food, she returned to the fortress gates, exhaustion settling in her bones. Her guards weren't with her. Their presence was comforting but could also feel stifling at times. Tonight, she'd insisted they leave early.

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