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

Chapter 641: "Riel," he rumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Butterflies attacked her belly.

"Yes, I apologize for waking you from slumber, but I know what today is, and I know you have to leave early, so… I prepared your bath."

Daemonikai rose, shifting to sit at the edge, but instead of getting up, he reached for her. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer until she stood between his legs. He buried his face in her chest, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "You smell like heaven wrapped as a gift to mankind," his muffled deep voice vibrated against her skin. He missed me too. Emeriel bit back a moan. It's good to know she wasn't the only one feeling this way.

Her hands hovered uncertainly for a moment before settling in his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. His breath against her skin made her shiver.

Raising his head, eyes slitted drowsily, he said in a soft command, "Kiss me."

Emeriel's head lowered instantly, her lips pressing softly to his. A shudder ran through her at the contact.

The familiar heat of his mouth was like sweet heaven. This was the closest to intimacy they had been since that night.

Pulling back just enough for only a breath to separate them, his hooded gaze lifted to her face.

"Kiss me harder." And so she did.

His lips remained still, letting her take the lead. Tasting him tentatively at first, she explored the contours of his mouth, but soon, the pent-up longing inside her took over. She kissed him with a desperate fire that left her whining and trembling, her hands gripping his shoulders, anchoring herself as the world tilted around her.

When they finally broke apart, she was dazed and breathing heavily. Her mind was blank. It took her a moment to remember why she was there in the first place.

Right. His bath.

"Come," she whispered in an unsteady tone.

"Your bath is ready."

Daemonikai stared at her, as if debating whether or not to pull her back into his arms.

Then, at last, he exhaled and allowed her to take his hand. She led him out of his bedchamber and down the hallway to hers, savoring the feel of him at her side. The way his body leaned slightly into hers.

He would return tomorrow, and already, she missed him.

She wanted this king so much it was unhealthy. Longed for him to, one day, be hers completely, with no barricades between them.

Emeriel was obsessed with him, and she was not ashamed to admit it to herself. She would die for him.

Today, she would help him prepare for the Celestial Offering. Today, she would remind him he was not alone.

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And tomorrow, when he returned, she would be waiting. Always waiting.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai's gaze lingered long after Emeriel was gone. She was just so precious.

Her gesture warmed him inside. Waking up so early to prepare everything, to help him get ready for the day was really kind and thoughtful of her… just as everything else.

Daemonikai had known love before. He had built a family, lost one, and endured the weight of time. But somehow, with her, it all felt new again. As if he were rediscovering something long buried beneath the centuries. He had never felt so wholly seen, so deeply cared for.

She made him feel again.

Times like these, when his heart raced at the mere thought of her, he felt young again. Not the ancient Grand King who had walked the world for five thousand, two hundred years, but a youngling experiencing the first flush of love.

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