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

Chapter 655: With a sigh of regret, Daemonikai stilled her movements with gentle hands on her hips.

She whimpered in agony at the denial.

Finally, Vladya forced his pinned feet to move. Once he took that first step, the rest became easier.

Within seconds, he was beside her, kneeling and reaching for her. "Aekeira."

She flinched, a quiet whine leaving her. Her eyes remained closed.

She did not acknowledge him. Did not even seem to hear him.

"I think she may have slipped into another heatstroke."

Vladya glanced at the head maid who had spoken from where she stood, her head bowed respectfully.

"She has been in and out of it all night," Livia said.

Now he felt even worse. The thought of her suffering so much-of her body breaking over and over again under the strain because he wasn't there-gutted him.

Daemonikai's voice broke through the chaos in his mind.

"I cannot take my girl out of here with her scent this high in the air," he said, shifting Emeriel in his arms.

"We will need to use your adjoining chamber."

"Okay." Vladya barely registered his own response, his gaze still on Aekeira.

Turning to leave, Daemonikai hesitated.

"Right now, you are all that girl depends on, V.D." His voice was a low reminder.

"I know this is too much to take in, but every thought, every haze-push them far, far away until she has made it through her heat. Nothing else exists."

Vladya nodded. He was right.

Daemonikai left with Emeriel in his arms. One by one, the others followed: Madam Livia, Amie, Lord Ottai. Until, at last, the chamber cleared, leaving Vladya alone with Aekeira.

He stripped off his tattered, bloodied clothing, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. Lowering himself to the floor, he lay beside her, his touch feather-light as he brushed a strand of damp hair from her face.

"My sweet, beautiful young princess." She did not stir.

"The Oracle told me to look for a sign." His voice was a rasp.

"I should have known it would be something so big, so undeniable, that when it came, it would be impossible to miss." Aekeira whimpered.

Then her mouth parted in a silent scream as another heat wave took her away, her body convulsing, fresh tears leaking from the corners of her closed eyes.

Vladya felt helpless. He could do nothing until she came out of the heatstroke.

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"I am so deeply sorry, my dearest." He patted her hair.

"I will carry the regret of this day until the end of my days." Lying beside her, he waited.

Grand King Daemonikai laid Emeriel at the edge of the bed, quickly stripping off his clothes.

"Please, Beloved… I cannot wait-" she sobbed, her hands clutching at the sheets.

"Please, hurry, I need you inside me."

"I know, little princess." He smoothed a hand down her thigh, lining himself up. The scent of her heat was maddening, a call deep into his bones.

Positioning himself against her entrance, he pushed in.

Or tried to.

Her muscles clenched tightly, resisting him. Her entire body went rigid. Frowning, he applied more pressure, forcing a deeper push.

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