Page 118 of The Princess and Her Grand King

The way his eyes devoured her as he carried her effortlessly across the room made her nervous. Nervous, like she had fallen into a trap of some sorts.

He walked past the bed to his study desk, laying her on it.

“Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, stepping back.

Emeriel glanced up at him, nerves fluttering in her chest. “Uhmm… but—”

“No questions,” his tone though soft, left no room for argument. “Present to me, dearling.”

A quiver rippled through her body. There was always something about his orders that made disobedience feel impossible.

And she didn’t want to resist.

Just this once, Emeriel wanted to let go. To stop overthinking, stop fighting herself.

Tomorrow, she could wrestle with her doubts and fears. But tonight, she would turn off her head and follow her heart.

Taking a resigned breath, Emeriel moved onto her hands and knees on the desk.

The surface was cool against her skin, steadying her as she reached back, pulling her cheeks apart, opening all of herself to his eyes.

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Daemonikai couldn’t stop the rumble beginning deep in his chest, growing into a low, drawn-out growl that filled the room.

His eyes roamed her offered body, from her trembling thighs to the slick pearl of wetness dripping from the small mouth of her pussy, to her swollen clit beckoning to him.All mine.

Shit, he hadn’t even touched her properly, yet his control felt like a cannon ready to explode.He wanted to feast on her so bad.

“Riel?” His voice came out rough.

“Your Grace?” she whispered breathlessly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

A low moan answered him, another bead of wetness gleaming at her entrance.

His woman was so aroused, so ready for him, and it was driving him insane.

“Fuck it.” Daemonikai stepped forward to crowd her, sliding his hand possessively to her waist, pulling her to the desk’s edge.

This time, there was no guilt, no hesitation. She wasn’t Herodis’ woman—she never had been. She washis. “You are my woman. You belong to me.”

He wrapped a strong hand around her neck, pulling her upright until her back pressed against his chest. Turning her head to the side, he captured her lips in a kiss that was so dirty and filthy.

“No matter what you tell yourself, you will always be mine,” he said against her lips before taking them again. He kissed her until the world outside faded to nothing, leaving only her, only them.

He broke the kiss, shoving her back down onto the desk, her body falling into the perfect arch he wanted.

Bending forward, Daemonikai came face-to-face with her wet pussy. And he took a long, deliberate lick.

Emeriel jerked, her breath catching sharply. “What a-are you doing!?” she squeaked.

“Savoring a meal.” He flicked his tongue over her clit before trailing down to her opening. He licked again, slower this time, delighting in her taste.

“Ukrae, your scent is just as intoxicating here as it is on your neck.” A low snarl left him. “The things you do to me…”

Her back bowed, fingers clenching against the desk as her thighs shuddered with the effort to remain still.

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