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

Chapter 814 Chapter 814: "Y-yes." "Do you see how he holds himself back? Those hands of his ache to be on you. That mouth longs to devour you. And yet... he waits." Emeriel let out a soft whimper, squeezing her thighs together. Why did hearing it from someone else make it feel so much more intense? "He's starving for you," Alviara whispered. "And still, he waits. Do you know why? Because he will never take what you are not ready to give." She had seen it in his patience these past months, in the way he held back when she couldn't offer more. But hearing it from someone else...

seeing it through Alviara's eyes... it hit differently. "Say the word, and he'll be yours. Say it with your whole heart. Mean it. No fear. No hesitation." Alviara gently ran her hand along Emeriel's arm, sending a shiver through her. "Not because you feel it's your duty-no one is going to make you lie down in this bed and give yourself to him. Do it because it's what you want. Not for him... but for you." And she was right. Emeriel wasn't doing this to meet basic needs or to keep him from losing control. She was doing it because she wanted to. She needed all of him.

So she reached out her hand. "Please... come to me, beloved." He was already in front of her before the last syllable left her lips. Towering, enclosing, surrounding her. She breathed him in, feeling a deep ache-not just in her heart, but in the very core of her womanhood. Rising up on her toes, she kissed him first. She poured her longing and desperation into that kiss. It was quick, a little clumsy, but brimming with raw need. And in seconds, he was kissing her back-devouring her-and she... She drowned in him.

Emeriel would never tire of his kisses, never lose her addiction to the feel of his mouth, to his taste, to the way his lips moved against hers as if she were everything he had ever longed for. Discover your escape on g aln ov el s .com Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Cool silk sheets brushed against her back as he settled beside her, trailing kisses across her skin. His mouth found her throat, moved down the delicate line of her neck, and lower still...

until his lips closed around her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth. Emeriel cried out, arching into him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close. Oh, to feel this again... to have him again. The sensation was even more intense than she remembered, as sharp and overwhelming as an electric jolt. She had always been sensitive there, but since the pregnancy, her breasts-her nipples-had become nearly unbearable. The pull of his mouth made her gasp, . . .