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

Chapter 559: She tilted her head, offering her neck. "Drink from me, My King."

Daemonikai's gaze remained fixed on the curve of her neck. "Bloodfeeding is going to make us desire each other even more," he said, restraint clear in his voice. "And as much as I would like to be inside you again… yesterday was your first time, and I was insatiable. You need rest."

It was true.

Even after the warm bath and soothing herbs, Emeriel's body had not fully recovered from their passion. She was still sore, still aching. But despite the discomfort, she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him. "You're hungry. I don't mind," she insisted.

His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. "I'm alright, Riel. It's not that bad yet," he murmured, his lips brushing her temple. "Besides, bloodfeeding will only awaken my appetite even more, making me hunger for both your blood and your body."

"If you want to… uhm," she cleared her throat, whispering, "I'd let you."

"No, you need to recover first. You've given me more than enough." With that, he gently guided her head to rest against his chest. "Now, get some sleep. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Her eyelids grew heavier, and she nodded against him.

"Damn, now I'm thinking about being inside you again," he grunted.

Emeriel's lips curved into a small smile, her body relaxing further into his as sleep gently claimed her.

"No! Go through the back! Save yourself!" The desperate command echoed through the dim silence of the room, followed by sharp, labored breaths. "Protect your mother!"

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Emeriel's eyes snapped open to the faint light of dawn filtering through the open curtains.

She turned, her heart clenching as she saw Daemonikai thrashing beside her, his chest heaving, his fists clenched, white-knuckling the sheets.

"There are too many of them. I…" His voice broke, raw with helpless panic. "Too many of them."

"Daemon…" Her hand hovered inches from his shoulder.

The memory of the last time he'd woken from a nightmare beside her flashed vividly in her mind-a moment that had nearly cost her her life. "Myka, where is Alvin?!" His voice rose again, desperate. "Where is your brother?!"

Her throat clogged, tears pricking at her eyes. He was trapped again, reliving the terror of a father failing to save his children. It wasn't real, but the horror in his voice cut through her like a sword.

To hell with this.

"Wake up," she whispered, then louder, "Daemon, wake up!" Her hands closed around his broad shoulders, shaking him. "Don't live through that again, I'm here."

"How could you tell… the humans about us, Alvin? No matter how drunk you were, you shouldn't have…" His panting grew louder, frantic. Emeriel climbed halfway onto him, wrapping her arms around his shaking frame. "Come back to me, please."

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