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

Chapter 813 Chapter 813: "Oh," Emeriel breathed, her voice soft with realization. She looked at her beloved. He gave her a nod of encouragement and approval. "My reputation precedes me." Alviara's smile deepened as she traced her fingers along Emeriel's cheek. "Don't worry. You're in good hands." She leaned closer to Emeriel's ear. "And if you let me touch you, I'll make sure you feel truly good." Emeriel swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, pulse racing. She didn't move. "I can smell your musk," Alviara whispered.

"It's absolutely intoxicating." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindηovel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She flicked her tongue out, tasting Emeriel's throat, sending a shiver down her spine. "Your scent alone could drive anyone mad with desire." The female offered praise without restraint, and like her earlier commands, it settled deep within Emeriel. She leaned toward Alviara, aroused, dazed. "Thank you." Alviara held her by the waist, firm and steady. "Will you let me touch you?" she asked in a sultry, promising tone.

"I can work wonders with my tongue." Emeriel's lips parted, but her answer came quickly. "No," she murmured, resting her forehead against Alviara's shoulder. Gentle hands caressed her back, never demanding. "Why not?" Alviara asked, not offended, only curious. "You're hungry, and I can ease that for you." Emeriel was quiet for a moment. She didn't want to hurt the courtesan's feelings, but she chose honesty anyway. "You're not the one I want." Alviara hummed, warm and amused.

"Then who do you want?" Emeriel's lips brushed against Alviara's shoulder as she whispered, "My demon." "Mmm," Alviara murmured thoughtfully. "Are you sure?" FindNovel .com hosts great stories "Very." "Good," Alviara said simply. She stepped back, gently releasing Emeriel and positioning herself behind her. "Look at him," Alviara sang softly. "Truly look at him." Emeriel obeyed. Daemonikai was seated, watching her, and the air between them crackled. The longing in his eyes had deepened. Possessiveness was etched clearly within them. A tight control marked every line of his body.

With each passing second, the raw worship in his gaze became her undoing. She grew even wetter. "Do you see how he looks at you?" Alviara asked quietly. . . .