Page 112 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

She whimpered, burying her face in the sheet as she braced herself for the pain she knew would come.

And it did. With one forceful plunge, he entered her, releasing a low growl of pleasure.

Aekeira sobbed, attempting to move away from the burning sensation, but his grip on her waist tightened.

"You're so wet," he rumbled. "You smell like sin. Why do you become so wet for me?"

Amidst the searing pain, Aekeira groaned, ashamed. She didn't know why. But in that moment, she was grateful the moisture eased his entry, making the invasion somewhat bearable.

Again, he didn't allow her time to adjust to his size before thrusting. She felt so full. Uncomfortable.

While he emitted low groans of pleasure, she cried silently.

He took her hard, punishing her with each deep plunge, as if she was the sole cause of his sadness and anger to the world. Aekeira could only hold on for dear life.

When she was beginning to think she couldn’t take it anymore, he came, spurting deep inside her. His semenburned, like pinpoints of flames spreading within her.

"Hot. It burns, please," she cried, her body shaking.

"It would, you're not a Urekai female or a syren," he spoke against her neck, his voice sounding slightly different.

Aekeira turned her head and gasped. His fangs had descended, his gaze pinned on her neck.

"Your blood calls to me. Why?" Lord Vladya hissed, struggling for control.

"I-I don't know, Your Highness. Please don't..." It was no secret Urekai drank from humans to kill, draining them completely. "Please, don't kill me."

His body grew tense. His fangs grazed her neck.

For a moment, Aekeira feared he would actually end her life. His breathing quickened, and his grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. He seemed to be locked in a fierce internal struggle.

Time dragged on, Aekeira's fear intensifying with every passing second.

Then, with a grunt, he abruptly pulled away from her. He straightened his clothes, took his robe, and walked out.

Aekeira lay there, tentative, crying softly, unable to move her body for a long, long time.

It had been three days but Emeriel remained in the forbidden chambers, unable to leave. Whenever he attempted to, the beast would let out a warning growl.

Emeriel had no understanding of what the beast wanted. It didn't try to mount him or drink his blood. It simply watched him with its piercing yellow eyes.

To pass the time, Emeriel found himself talking aloud, even though he knew the beast couldn't understand him. It was a way to maintain his sanity, otherwise he might actually go mad in this dark, quiet room with only a mindless—somewhat mindless—creature for company.

His sister managed to visit a few times, although sometimes Aekeira was prevented by soldiers. Nonetheless, there wereinstances when she successfully bypassed them and stood before the metal gates.

As long as Emeriel didn't make any move to approach her, the beast remained quiet. But if Emeriel tried to rise, the beast would straighten and growl.

So Emeriel conversed with Aekeira from where he sat, often needing to convince his sister that he was fine. Aekeira was a worrywart, not that Emeriel could blame her.

During one of Aekeira's secret visits, she brought several books she had 'borrowed' from the library to help him fight the boredom.

Feasts, plentiful feasts, arrived as Grand Lord Vladya ordered the soldiers to bring meals to the forbidden chambers on a more regular basis. Once the soldiers dropped off the food by the metal gate, Emeriel would retrieve it and bring it inside. The beast would growl, its eyes tracking his movements. But when it realized Emeriel had no intention of leaving, it would calm down.

Emeriel would consume a small portion of the food before offering the rest to the beast, which it always accepted.

Ironically, Emeriel had eaten better in the past few days than he had in ages.

Had the beast truly heard that strange call?

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