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

Chapter 505: Never to feel him inside you.

The ache was unbearable. Rising, Emeriel picked up her cloak and left her bedchamber.

She walked through the quiet halls, past the guards stationed at the royal residence, who bowed and stepped aside without question, until she stood before the door to his private chambers.

What are you doing? her rational mind demanded. If you allow yourself to have a taste of him tonight, how will you ever survive without it? This is NOT a good idea! Emeriel's hand trembled on the doorknob. Her breaths came quick and shallow as her internal war continued.

Turn back. Go away, her rational mind scolded. Not a good idea, Emeriel.

But another voice… softer, more desperate, whispered back. "Just one last night. I need to feel him one last time."

"You know the risks. If you do this, there's a chance your heat will come early. You are NOT ready for it."

"I miss him," she whispered aloud in a quiet plea. "Just this one night with him is all I ask for. Is that too much to ask? I miss him so much, it hurts."

A pause followed in her chaotic mind.

"You poor, poor thing," the inner voice sighed, resigned.

She gripped the doorknob tighter, and with a soft click, it swung open. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her.

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His eyes snapped open, his sharp senses registering the presence of an intruder. But a familiar calm settled over him.

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His beast purred in his chest, ears perking up in recognition. Her scent reached him, even as his vision quickly adjusted to the darkness. And there she was, standing in the doorway.

She removed the cloak, and his eyes greedily drank her in, tracing every inch of her. A vision of sensual beauty.

That almost transparent nightgown hugged her curves like a second skin, accentuating every dip and swell of her body.

"Emeriel, are you alright?" he rasped, sitting up.

"I need…" She licked her lips, then whispered, "I need you."

Throat going dry, he forced his gaze to meet her face. What he saw there gave his hunger pause.

It was the first time since her return he had seen her mask of composure completely removed. Too many emotions danced across her face-need, fear, vulnerability, hunger, and… resignation.

Something was wrong.

Seeing her so raw, so unguarded, disturbed him greatly.

"Riel… did something happen? You know you can tell me," he prompted gently, coaxing her.

Her hand moved to the straps of her nightdress, slowly sliding the fabric from her shoulders until it fell soundlessly to the floor, pooling at her feet.

Emeriel stood before him, completely naked.

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