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

Chapter 689: Emeriel gasped.

"She killed someone!?"

"Mm, and was banished from Urai. But matters were complicated, with her being my bloodhost. She pleaded for pardon, claiming she had changed, and in time, she was granted clemency. And for a long while, I believed she had, for she ceased stirring trouble."

Emeriel shook her head, tracing patterns against his chest. "So her atrocities did not begin today."

"Unfortunately, one cannot choose their bloodhost," Daemonikai murmured.

"If it were possible, I would have rid myself of Sinai long ago."

"Yes, I know." Emeriel lifted her head, shifting her hair to one side, baring her neck for him. Heat pooled low in his gut. His cock perked up in interest.

"You know that is not a wise idea, Riel."

"In the past, I was able to bring you back through feeding you," she told him.

"It may help with the… mindlessness."

"As my Soulbond," Daemonikai reminded her in a gentle voice.

"Now our bond is no more…" he loathed uttering those words.

"Also, there's the lust."

She stared pointedly at his chest and moistened her lips.

"I do not mind the lust."

"Emeriel…" His voice held warning.

Her eyes finally met his.

"It's just, I hate that the last intimacy between us was the cloudy memory of my heat, and before that was… that night."

"I do not wish to rush you. I am prepared to wait as long as necessary."

"I want you to rush me," she surprised him by saying.

"I wish for us to bridge this gap between us, for if we do not try, we may never move past what happened."

She was… right.

How could they ever overcome the barrier that now lay between them if they never made an effort to push through it? How could they reclaim their sexual and bloodfeeding intimacy if they hesitated at every turn?

Tempted as hell, Daemonikai's fangs pricked against his tongue.

"I do wish to drink from you," he confessed, hunger seeping into his voice.

"Your blood calls to me. Always."

A deep flush spread over her cheeks, and she ducked her head.

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Daemonikai smiled, tilting her chin up with two fingers.

"It is fascinating that, after everything we have been through, you still grow shy over the littlest things." His thumb traced the heat on her cheek.

"Hard to believe."

Without breaking eye contact, he shifted, sitting up against the headboard before gripping her waist and lifting her onto his lap, making her straddle him.

Her pussy hovered a mere breath away from his aching cock. The nearness of it, the maddening temptation, fueled his hunger tenfold. Gods, even the barest shift of her hips got to him.

Emeriel settled one hand on his shoulder and swept her hair aside with the other. Once again, she exposed that smooth, vulnerable throat for him.

Daemonikai's fangs lengthened in response, and his mouth watered.

Leaning in, he pierced her neck.

She gasped, tensing, then melted against him.

He drank carefully, keeping all his senses alert. He remained attuned to her for any sign of discomfort.

But she pressed closer, digging her fingers into his skin.

The rich flavor of her blood played havoc with his senses. It was the finest elixir. Warm honey laced with ambrosia, with notes of sugared almond, and something deeper… something wholly hers that no other blood had ever possessed.

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