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

Chapter 611: Vladya ignored the voice in his head. Instead, he focused on the comfort of her presence.

And now you have fallen into the landmine that is your mind, spiraling into a feral episode. Why give a human such power over you?

She winced.

Vladya's eyes flew open. He had gripped her thigh too hard. He released her instantly. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

Humans are not to be trusted, the voice hissed again, raging and venomous. She will get you wrapped around her dainty fingers and then betray you. Why else would she stay with a male like you, with a fractured mind on a one-way path to madness? She has an ulterior motive. They all do.

"I love you."

Her words cut through the voice in his head.

Vladya's eyes opened, drifting to her enticing neck. Her blood called to him like a nymph's song. He was struggling to resist.

And because he was feeling a bit pathetic, he rumbled, "Tell me again, Aekeira."

Her hand stopped moving. "I love you so much, Grand Lord Vladya."

His fangs descended. His dick twitched in his pants.

Lies. All of it.

"There are voices in my head I wish to silence. I need a distraction," he said aloud. "Will you let me feed from you?"

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"How do you want me?"

Her answer came without hesitation, filled with trust and love.

His cock loved that simple question, hardening, throbbing against the fabric of his pants.

Suddenly, Vladya wanted far more than just sleep.

"Come, and stand before me," he ordered.

Climbing off the bed, she moved to stand before him in her flimsy nightdress. The thin fabric clung to her in places, still damp from earlier when she'd bathed him. The way it hugged her curves made his hunger for her body spike.

Sitting upright, his large hands encircled her waist as he guided her closer onto his lap to straddle him. His fingers tangled in her soft strands, tilting her neck, and his fangs sank in.

Aekeira moaned, her head tipping back as she arched into him.

Vladya drank from her lazily, savoring her blood like the rarest wine. His eyes slid closed, his focus narrowing to the taste of her and the way her body pressed against his.

The way she clung to him, her fingers curling against his neck, pulling him closer. The way she rocked her waist against his arousal.

It was subtle at first-small twitches, the kind one couldn't quite control. But then her need overtook her hesitation, and she openly gyrated against his dick, seeking more. I need to be inside her.

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