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

Chapter 517: "A lot has changed with us," he murmured softly, as if he too were reflecting on their journey. "I never thought I'd feel this way again. For anyone, Aekeira."

"Thank you for telling me. I wish to ask a question." Clearing her clogged throat, Aekeira ventured, "About your soul…"

His hand in her hair stilled.

"Lord Ottai said your soul is lost, not dead. Is there really no chance to get it back without performing another dark magic ritual?" "None."

Her shoulders slumped as silence fell between them.

"Even if there were a way, the one person who might know is beyond reach."

What? There might be a way? Her eyes snapped to him, sharp with sudden hope.

"I'm not saying there is, Princess," Lord Vladya replied, addressing the unspoken question in her gaze. "I've searched far and wide for centuries and found nothing. I merely speculate that if anything could be done, the one who is old enough, wise enough, and knowledgeable enough to hold the answer is beyond reach."

"Who is that?" she asked.

"The Oracle," he told her in a resigned tone. "She's in deep sleep."

Aekeira was baffled. But when she tried to ask again, he pulled away from her, stepping back. "Come, let's go for a walk."

The crease in her brow dissolved, replaced with a smile. "As My Lord wishes."

Holding hands, they walked out of her room.

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"…I'm sorry for the wounds that ran too deep, the ones that scarred over." He dropped his weight, grinding his thick, hard erection against her.

She gasped, awareness reigniting in her body, desire coiling tightly in her belly despite the mind-shattering release she'd experienced just moments ago. "My pretty Riel."

Unable to bear hearing any more of his heartbreaking, heart-rending words, Emeriel surged up, capturing his lips in a frantic kiss.

She poured all her pain, her longing, her love into the kiss, tasting his lips, his essence. Her eyes slid closed, surrendering to their passion. For endless minutes, their lips battled together, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

His kisses made Emeriel feel like she'd drunk ten gallons of ale. Her mind sluggish, her limbs heavy.

My Beloved. Mine.

How will I live without you?

When the kiss came to an end, his big body was taut with desire, hunger burning in his gaze.

She parted her legs in a silent invitation. "Inside, please."

"I still have one more thing to apologize for," he said in the gentlest tone. "This is going to hurt."

"It's okay." Emeriel blinked up at him. "I know your… um, size. We have done… uhm, this before."

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