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

Chapter 502: Quietly, he pushed the door open and slipped inside. The lamplight bathed the room in a soft glow, gilding the edges of everything it touched.

Emeriel was bent over, sorting through her closet, her back to him. Daemonikai leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to simply watch her.

Gone were the formal, elegant garments of a princess. Clad in simple white nightwear, her figure was accentuated in a way that struck him to his core.

She was breathtaking, with curves rivaling the finest sculptures in the grandest museums. His eyes followed her as she shifted, her plump, rounded ass presented to him like an invitation. Heavens above.

Arousal surged within him, greedy and possessive.

He imagined himself stepping forward, taking hold of her soft curves, squeezing them-spanking them, just to see how they would jiggle.

He could almost hear the sweet sounds she'd make as he held her down, fucking into her, watching that delectable backside of hers dance to his moves.

Daemonikai clenched his jaw. He wanted to make love with her, to see her unravel under him. This time, no heat or rut clouding their senses, just them and their pure desire for each other.

He wanted to undo her, watch her fall apart, and piece her back together. To see the emotions she always hid behind her mask shatter under his hands.

To tear down every wall, every defense, until she sang for him like a water nymph, over and over, as he took her from one orgasm to the next.

His dick definitely loved the idea a lot-hard and aching in his pants. But control was an advantage of being an ancient like him. He glared down at his straining member.

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Not yet, boy. No action for us for a long, long time. No matter how long it takes to win her back, to earn her trust, we wait. If it takes a decade, so be it.

Thank Ukrae for his heavy robes hiding his very disobedient dick.

"Your Grace!"

The gasp snapped his head up.

Emeriel was already facing him. Her hand flew to her chest as her eyes widened in surprise. "You scared me."

I'm your Beloved, Riel. Not Your Grace.

I am everyone else's Majesty, but to you, I only want to be your male.

He smiled, tired yet genuine. "I apologize for that, dearling. I was merely enjoying the view," he said in a velvety tone, his gaze roaming deliberately over her.

The faintest blush spread across her cheeks.

Huh, he hadn't seen that in so long. How he'd missed it.

His beast, however, had seen more of those than he had.

Still can't believe you got more action than I did, you oaf, he grumbled at his beast.

Mate. Mine.

"I know, Beast. Ours."

With his hands clasped behind his back, he strode further into the room. "How do you feel?"

"Much better," she said, hesitating, her eyes scanning him in return. "And you?"

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