Page 69 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

"I'm here, young princess. I can't go anywhere until your heat has run its course.” He exhaled. “Damn, you feel so good on my knot."

Emeriel meant forever, but this worked too. She got him to herself for three days? Beside her, close to her, inside her? She liked it. A lot.

Drifting off to sleep, his knot locked deep in her, Emeriel found comfort in his arms.

A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.

Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Daemonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed.

"Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.

His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight.

"Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.

He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him.

"Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.

Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receding.

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. "The scum of the earth. I am going to kill you all. Every. Last. One."

Surging from his chair, he moved with anger and grace, and in a few strides, was upon her, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

It was so unexpected that Emeriel froze. She couldn’t breathe. And his hands onlytightened.

"Dae-Daemonikai," she choked out.

Vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes. And because her luck sucked, the next wave of her heat crashed over her.

A scream tore from her throat, muffled by his hand. Trapped in her constricting airway. The pain wasexcruciating. All-consuming. A thousand times worse by the lack of oxygen.

She writhed and bucked.Hurts so much!Emeriel screamed in her mind, her vision fading to black. Lost in the abyss of pain, she was vaguely aware of the pressure on her throat easing. She gasped for air, her lungs burning with the sudden influx of oxygen.

Distantly, she heard the sound of ragged breathing. A soothing voice murmuring unintelligible words.

More screams.

The wave of pain continued its brutal assault. Sawing at her insides, holding her captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when she thought she couldn't endure another second, the pain began to recede.

It left her trembling and weak.

"I am sorry, Galilea," a familiar voice whispered.

King Daemonikai's hand was gentle now, caressing her cheek, his eyes searching her face with concern. Tenderness.

Emeriel’s eyes, teary and strained, met his. She lay on her back, him atop her. His other hand entwined with hers, his body nestled between her spread legs. He was inside her again.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, remorse in his eyes. She nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears.

The grand king stroked her gently. Languid. "I lost my head for a moment. Almost killed you." His gaze fell to her neck, a frown marring his features, likely seeing the bruises Emeriel knew were forming. "I could have killed you."

"I'm fine," her voice was hoarse. Pain and relief mingled. "Please, do not stop. It hurts."

"I won't," he said, catching the tear falling down her cheek. His touch gentle as he picked up the pace, giving her what her body so desperately craved.

His member, so big and hard, touched her in all the right places. His strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated, guiding her from one trembling climax to another.

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