Page 119 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

She paused, letting that sink in. "Not to mention your soullessness. How much goodness can a person feel when they have no soul?"

Lord Vladya shifted, turning his head to look up at her. His gaze moved slowly, taking her in.

Aekeira reddened as his eyes roamed her face, trailing down her neck and lingering on her breasts. Her nipples peaked under his stare. She made a small, shy sound, raising her hands to cover them.

But the grand lord’s hands were quicker, encircling her wrists and holding them gently but firmly in place.

His eyes dropped downwards, and hestaredbetween her parted thighs.

Aekeira felt utterly exposed, unable to hide.

At last, his wandering eyes came back to her flushed face. "How are you real?”

Before her lust-filled brain could process those words, he rose and crushed his lips on hers.

Emeriel walked the familiar path on the well-trodden trail leading to the fortress. The late afternoon golden sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shadows on the ground. The melodic songs of birds flitting from tree to tree were supposed to fill her with calmness, but she felt... unease.

A prickling sensation crept up the back of her neck. Like the faint brush of unseen eyes watching her every move.

She spun around abruptly, her eyes scanning the woods. Nothing but trees.

"Being away from civilization has me jumping at ghosts that aren’t there," she.

A twig snapped behind her.

Her heart leaped into her throat. It was probably nothing. Yet, Emeriel quickened her pace, glancing behind her a few times, ears straining to catch any sound.

She heard it again. A faint rustling, just beyond the tree line.

Emeriel broke into a run.

She had barely taken more than a few steps when strong arms seized her from behind, lifting her off her feet. She thrashed wildly, catching a brief glimpse of figures clad in black masks. Before she could scream, a hand clamped a cloth over her face.

A sickly scent filled her nostrils, acrid and overpowering. She fought against the growing darkness.

"Got you at last, human," a male voice growled in her ear.

Chapter thirty-three

WHERE IT ALL BEGINS

Thekisswasslow,exploring. His lips moved against hers, and Aekeira sighed, her eyes slipping shut. She parted her lips, and his tongue thrust in, sending tingles down her spine.

Every nerve ending sparked to life. Lord Vladya deepened the kiss, growing more demanding, he rose until he hovered over her. One hand splayed across her neck, caressing, brushing the sensitive skin there, while the other found her nipple and tweaked it.

Aekeira jerked. He pinched and tugged, sending sharp pulses of pleasure through her. Fire ignited in her veins, liquid heat pooling deep in her feminine core. As he played with her breasts and kissed her thoroughly, Aekeira’s body came fully alive.

By the time he pulled back, every part of her hummed withneed. Eyes dark with lust, pupils blown wide, her breathing loud, lips slick and swollen.

"Little witch." Desire was clear in his eyes. He slammed his lips against hers once more, kissing her hungrily as if he couldn’tget enough. When he pulled back, his voice dropped an octave. "Sexy little witch."

An urge filled Aekeira. Familiar and strong, like the night in the woods. Rising to her knees, with a moan of surrender, she flipped over, parted her thighs and gripped her butt cheeks. Utterly exposed.

She heard a low snarl, followed by a sound so soft, Aekeira still had a hard time believing it came from her grand lord. A drawn-outpurr.

Aekeira soaked it in. She would never get tired of hearing it.

"My beast loves this. Your submission," Lord Vladya said huskily. "It does things to us.”

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