Page 160 of The Princess and Her Grand King

Returning to the bed, he knelt beside her, and gently parted her thighs, exposing her pretty, sweet privates to his eyes once again.

Daemonikai began cleaning her, wiping his fluid from her inner thighs. When the cloth brushed directly over her tender core, she winced but didn’t wake.

Guilt surged in him. She was likely aching all over, because he was being insatiable and selfish.

He continued cleaning her, even gentler now, taking far longer than necessary to ensure she was cared for without disturbing her rest.

When he finished, he pulled the blanket over her, tucking her in with care, and left her to sleep undisturbed.

After his own bath, Daemonikai went hunting.Time to treat her like the true princess she is.

The familiar paths welcomed him with crisp air and rustling leaves as he sprinted through the trees. He stayed focused, needing to return to the cottage before she woke.

It didn’t take long for him to spot his prey. The creature sensed his presence and bolted.

Daemonikai gave chase with a burst of speed, closing the distance effortlessly. In one fluid motion, he caught the animal and twisted its neck, ending its life instantly.

Hefting the lifeless prey onto his shoulders, satisfied with the clean kill, he made his way back to the cottage.

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Emeriel woke with a start, her heart sinking when her hand found the empty space beside her The sheets were cold.

Glancing toward the grand clock mounted on the wall, she grimaced. She had slept the day away—it was already early evening.

Her stomach growled loudly in the quiet room.Heavens, I’m starving.

After a quick bath, she dressed in fresh clothes and made her way to the living room.

There, sprawled casually across the cushions, was King Daemonikai.

He held up a folded news sheet, his eyes scanning the print.

The moment she stepped in, he lowered it, locking his sharp gaze onto her with ease.

“The sleeping goddess awakes,” he drawled.

The low timbre in his voice sent heat rushing to her cheeks, steps faltering.

She tried—and failed—not to stare at the defined muscles of his arms. The thin undertunic he wore did little to conceal his powerful biceps.

“Your Grace.” Emeriel dropped into a curtsy, unable to meet his eyes.

Now that they had finally reconciled, Emeriel felt strangely uncertain.What was expected of me now?

She had never let any man court her properly before, let alone one who stirred strong emotions in her like he did.

“Come here, young princess.”

She stepped closer, stopping a pace away, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

“That’s not how you greet your male.” His lips curved into a smirk. “Greet me properly.”

Her heart stuttered.He wants… what? A hug?

She glanced at his seated posture.That may be awkward.

Clearing her throat, she spread her arms timidly, leaning forward for what she hoped would pass as an acceptable embrace.

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