Page 86 of The Princess and Her Grand King

She calmed. Blue eyes opened slowly, glazed and unfocused as they settled on him.“My Beloved.”

He stifled a sigh. If only he could get her to call him that fully awake.

"I like this dream," Emeriel said in a low tone. "Touch me, Beloved."

Touch,his beast urged.

No, I will not.

“Wake up, darling,” Daemonikai coaxed gently.

"I don’t want to,” she protested, a dreamy smile on her lips.

Her hands drifted over her body, cupping her breasts. She flicked her nipples, letting out a soft whine.

A bolt of desire shot straight to his dick, his arousal back with avengeance.

“Gods of the Grail,” he swore.

“I really like this dream a lot,” she cried with bliss, pinching her engorged nipples.

Daemonikai closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then, counted backward from ten.

Nope, his hard-on declared a coup, raging full mast in his pants.

His beast, too, was one hundred percent on board… all too aware of her.

Emeriel took his hand, parting her thighs, guiding it between her open legs.

“Touch me, please,” she murmured, rolling her hips desperately. “I’ve been hungry… sostarvedfor you.”

“Darling, you don’t know—”

“I need you.”

Younglings crying for food.

An elder falling from a horse.

Another bloody war with the vamps.

The images didn’t work. His restraint was slipping with each passing second, her dreamlike touches tugging him further under her spell.

“Emeriel, you need to wake up,” he growled.

She rose from the bed, sitting up, drawing closer. "Come here," Leaning in, she kissed him.

His control snapped. He returned the kiss, unrestrained, his hand cupping her cheeks as he deepened it. Tongue sliding desperately against hers, his chest pressed against her soft bosoms.

Daemonikai kissed her with all the hunger he’d kept buried for so long. One growing since the very moment he’d opened his eyes on his deathbed and saw her lying naked beside him. From that moment, he’d wanted to hold her down anddevourher.

Climbing fully onto the bed, he moved her backward until her back pressed against the headboard. The kiss turned ravenous, wild, as he let the lustful beast inside him out to play. Not his literal beast, of course, but the one aching and straining in his pants.

She clutched at his robes, her lips as hungry as his. Sweet, breathless little moans spilled from her, driving him absolutely crazy.

Never breaking their kiss, he reached for her garment.Need to feel more. Need to lay her down and––

She wrenched her lips away from his. "This isn’t a dream?" came the wide-eyed squeak.

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