Page 111 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

Not long ago, this same male had looked her dead in the eyes and told her he wanted nothing to do with her.So what changed?

The temptation to ask was strong.

Sinai bit down on her tongue. She would not ask, would not ruin this moment with foolishness. Not when she had come so far.She was so close.

Whatever it was that shifted in him had brought him toher, and she would not risk shattering it.

For the first time in longer than she could remember, she stood bare before him—and it had nothing to do with feeding him in the ways of old. This time, there was no Evie stretched seductively across the bed, stealing the moment from her.

No, tonight was just the two of them.

She climbed onto the bed and settled herself as ordered. Arching her back, she offered herself to him. Open. Ready.

“All yours,” she purred.

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Grand King Daemonikai left the window to stand behind the female presenting before him.

He had chosen Sinai for a reason. Two birds with one stone. Satisfy both lusts—sex and blood—in one act. Efficient. Necessary.

Yet, he was atwarwith himself.

As he walked to this chamber, he'd dreaded doing this, but now standing behind Sinai, staring at her body and everything she was offering him, nothing prepared him for howrepulsedhe was.

Yes, he knew he didn't want this, Emeriel was all he desired, but he didn't expect to feel so… nauseated.

Sinai was ready for him. Wet and open. Body arched, legs parted… every inch of her beckoned him to take. Yet his stomach had turned inside out, and his skin crawled.

And Emeriel’s bond with him was dormant, yet he was feeling this way.This is going to be harder than I'd thought.

He stripped in silence, casting his garments aside. “Come to me.”

Sinai uncurled, crawling closer before rising to her feet. She walked to him, stopping just in front of him. It was she who leaned in first, lifting her chin as she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was more a claim than an invitation.

Daemonikai let it happen. He palmed his soft cock, stroking himself roughly out of necessity than pleasure.

When was the last time I needed to do this to ready myself? Far too long.

He cupped Sinai’s breast with his free hand, squeezing it, his thumb flicking over the nipple in slow circles.

He closed his eyes, waiting for his mind to conjure something—anything—that would help. He searched for those sensualmemories that had once driven him to lust. Whenever he had to do this in a distant past, it was always Evie’s memories. So he tried that.

Nothing happened.

He conjured up all the best ones with her, every fevered memory that could have gotten him fired up in the past. Still nothing.

He dropped the pretense, allowing himself drift to who he actually wanted to think about.

Memories of his time withherflooded his mind. Both asEmerielandGalilea.

Every fierce coupling, every tender lovemaking. Every whispered laughter, pleas, and desperate cries.

Daemonikai pictured her face as she reached the peak of pleasure. Her screams as she pushed her limits. Her scent, her taste.The feel of her wrapped around his cock.

He hardened, rising from near-limp to full, aching arousal as he let himself drown in her.

“Yes,” Sinai moaned against his mouth.

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