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

Chapter 562: He stirred slightly, finding himself face-to-face with Emeriel's soft, creamy breast.

Her dark, flushed, enticing nipple pointed directly at him, and his mouth watered at the sight. His body stirred as he became acutely aware of their intimate connection.

The memories of his nightmares-and the fevered lovemaking that followed-flooded his mind.

Gritting his teeth, Daemonikai summoned every ounce of restraint he possessed to keep from taking her again. He withdrew from her tight, warm heat, even as it clung to him, trying to pull him back in. The sensation nearly undid him, but he persisted, finally freeing himself.

He pulled her torn garment up, covering her succulent breast to shield them from his wandering eyes. Then, he simply watched her sleep.

For long, quiet minutes, Daemonikai drank in the gentle curve of her lips, the tiny freckle adorning her nose, the steady rise and fall of her chest.

"You know, I thought I'd always have to deal with everything on my own," he murmured to the stillness of the room. "And for someone who hasn't truly been alone in centuries, it was a terrifying concept. But then you came along. Maybe Ukrae doesn't hate me as much as I sometimes think he does."

He sighed, a sudden wish stirring in his heart. If only he had artistic skills… Daemonikai would draw her just like this.

Her serene expression. Her hair spread around her like a halo. Beauty like magic.

"Never in my life did I expect a surprise like you." He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her nose. "Thank you for last night… and this morning."

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Quietly, he rose and crossed the room to fill a basin with water, retrieving a washcloth.

Returning to the bed, he knelt beside her and gently parted her thighs, exposing her pretty, sweet privates to his eyes once again.

Daemonikai began cleaning her, wiping his fluid from her inner thighs. When the cloth brushed directly over her tender core, she winced but didn't wake.

Guilt surged within him. She was likely aching all over, because he had been insatiable and selfish.

He continued cleaning her, even gentler now, taking far longer than necessary to ensure she was cared for without disturbing her rest. When he finished, he pulled the blanket over her, tucking her in with care, and left her to sleep undisturbed.

After his own bath, Daemonikai went hunting. Time to treat her like the true princess she is.

The familiar paths welcomed him with crisp air and rustling leaves as he sprinted through the trees. He stayed focused, needing to return to the cottage before she woke.

It didn't take long for him to spot his prey. The creature sensed his presence and bolted.

Daemonikai gave chase with a burst of speed, closing the distance effortlessly. In one fluid motion, he caught the animal and twisted its neck, ending its life instantly.

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