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

Chapter 764: The shadows wrapped around her like a warm cloak, but she could feel him there. Then a flicker of flame came from candles glowing to life, chasing the darkness away. And there he was.

Daemonikai lounged in a reclining chair, dressed in loose evening wear. His tunic was unbuttoned, revealing the expanse of his chest and the sharp cut of his collarbone. His dark hair was loose, falling around him like a silken veil.

"Hello, radiant star," he said softly.

Emeriel glanced around the chamber, arranged with a care that tugged at her heart. Candles flickered everywhere, red roses were strewn across the bed in wild, beautiful disarray, filling the air with their perfume. The ambiance was tender, romantic. Her body lit up from within. "My king," the words were thick with her feelings.

Daemonikai unfolded from his chair and crossed to her. He circled slowly, deliberately, like a lover, like a predator, before stopping in front of her. His hands found her waist, and he drew her close.

"Tonight, in this chamber, you will feel me again," he said in a deep voice. His eyes held a profound hunger and, at the same time, tenderness. "I will erase that memory from your mind, dearest, and replace it with sweeter ones that will never leave you."

Emeriel's breath shuddered, and she nodded eagerly. She wanted this so badly.

But deep inside, something coiled tight with anxiety. What if it didn't work? What if she failed again?

Daemonikai's hand tilted her chin. "For this night, I want you to clear your mind and only focus on me." His thumb caressed her jaw. "And I brought help."

Help?

Before she could make sense of that, his mouth was on hers. The kiss was slow at first-a reverent taking of her lips. But as his mouth moved over hers, it deepened, becoming thorough. Her eyes slipped shut, her arms finding their way around his neck. Their tongues danced, beautiful in their intensity, amazing in their feel. Strokes of pleasure and pent-up desire.

By the time he pulled back, Emeriel was breathless, dizzy with yearning. That was when she felt it-a heat at her back. A presence.

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A hand settled on her waist.

Blinking through her daze, Emeriel turned her head. Behind her stood a taller figure, and it took her a moment to focus.

"Mistress Alviara…" she breathed, surprised.

"Hello, human princess." The courtesan gave her a warm smile. "We meet again."

Emeriel hoped to the Light-gods that she returned the smile, though questions whirled in her mind. Why was she here?

She had met the most sought-after courtesan in Urai only once, two years ago, when a female had entered an unexpected heat, throwing the kingdom into chaos. The Grand King had needed relief, and Emeriel, as a boy, had ended up beneath Alviara as the Grand King had taken them both. That night was branded into her memory. Was that what tonight was? Would Alviara be here for him… while I watched?

Emeriel's stomach twisted.

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