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

Chapter 818 Chapter 818: "So good. Oh, gods!" "Are you alright?" Alviara whispered with a trace of genuine concern. "Oh, yes." Emeriel pulled her arm away from her eyes, her voice hoarse and dazed. "More than alright. Renewed. Reborn." "That's wonderful to hear." Her beloved pulled back, rising to his feet and leaning over her, his hands braced on either side. He looked crazed with desire. "Now, take him in your hands," Alviara urged with sensual authority. Emeriel leaned forward as far as her rounded belly allowed, wrapping her fingers around his thick, pulsing length.

Warm, alive, throbbing with need. She stroked him once. Twice. Watching how his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, his breath dragging between his clenched teeth. And in that moment, Emeriel understood. Tonight wasn't just about banishing pain, making her feel safe, or ensuring she didn't feel alone. It wasn't even about Alviara's guidance, encouragement, or presence. It was about this. Making him see that even with all his power, with all his strength-she held everything. The reins that truly mattered. She stroked him again, watching that imposing body tremble because of her.

He watched-no, devoured-the sight of her spread open between trembling thighs with wild, green eyes. But he didn't move to satisfy his tormenting hunger. He didn't push her hand away. He didn't try to enter her. She truly held the power. With a single word-"No"-everything would end. Her consent, her comfort... they mattered more to him than his own pleasure. In some way, she had always known it, but it was the first time in a long while she truly felt it again-in body, soul, and heart. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

You're not powerless, but you wish to be. You hold all the cards, all the power right now, and yet you want to surrender them. Tears welled in her eyes as she released him and cupped his face with trembling fingers. "Please... come inside me, Daemon." It was permission. A plea. A willing surrender. He had seen her wrestle with herself. He had seen everything, yet she still braced for hesitation. But whatever he saw in her expression in that moment only solidified his resolve. . . .