The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 217

“Your body is so sensitive, even before you got pregnant.” He g*****d, his eyes still on her. And his hands too. “Do you remember that night…? The first night I touched your brèasts?”

She nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded. “How can I ever forget…!?” she jerked as he tugged on her. Memories of that night made her go all liquid in between her shaky legs.

He drew his head closer until it almost rested on the wall beside hers, and whispered, “I go shot by an arrow and I was sick. You were straddling me. I took your brèasts into my mouth and fed from you. You came…right all over me…without any other stimulation.”

She whimpered and buried her head on his shoulder, embarrassed. Her senses so tuned to his voice and his fingers as they mastered her areolas with touches that sync her body expertly.

“I want to feel it again now. Feel you come…from my mouth on your bosom.” His head lowered towards her left brèast which he caught with his tongue and drew it into his mouth.

She mewled as he sucked in steady tugs, and all the while, his fingers where busy with her other breast. He twerked and pulled at it. He rubbed his fingers around it, rolling and tugging.

It didn’t take long before she was panting, and clutching at him, her eyes squeezed tight. Danika wasn’t sure her legs can hold her any longer, so she leaned all her weight into him, and he took it.

His hand left her breast and snaked around her waist to hold her to him while he fed from her in long tugs she felt in her womanhood. He kept on relentless, showing the same attention to both brèasts.

“Aaaaah…! Lu…ciee…n..!” With a keening cry, she came hard in his arms. Her head thrown back, her body trembling softly, she got his shoulders with both hands and became pushing at him when she began feeling hypersensitive.

That was when he allowed himself to let go of her sensitive breasts, he pulled back and continued kissing wherever he could get his mouth on, while he allowed her to regain control of herself again.

She’s like an addiction in his b***d. For over a year, he has not been able to get enough of her, King Lucien wondered if he ever can.

For a man like him, it is not a good idea for him to want a woman so much, he is barely able to control himself whenever he’s with her.

And yet, with Danika, he wants her with an intensity that is disturbing.

She regained her footing and he pulled back, urging her with his hands until she hunched down before him.

“I want to feel your mouth on me.” He grunted, positioning himself, “Take me deep, Dani—uhm…” he finished on a g***n as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him deeply until he hit the back of her throat.

The girth of him caused her mouth to widen so much and her eyes to burn, but it didn’t stop her from taking him so deep until he hit the back of her throat.

Eager to give him the same pleasure he gave her, she closed her burning eyes and swallowed.

His eyes rolled into his head, his thigh twitching. Hands shot out gripping the back of her head, he bobbed her head up and down on him repeatedly, moaning his pleasure.

Danika relaxed her jaws so they wouldn’t ache much, and allowed him to take her mouth the way he wanted.In and out, in and out, he went…so mindless with the pleasure.

He felt his release coming and pulled out from her mouth, “No. Not on your mouth, not tonight. I want to come inside you.”

His hand urged her up and he led them to the chair he was sitting on several minutes ago looking so dejected. Lowering himself on it, he turned her until her back was facing him.

Then, he made her straddle him, her thighs opened, his legs was in between hers. His phallus was long and hard, so ready for her.

Strong callused hands gently on her waist, he lowered her on him. Her body came down on him slowly, her wet sheath enveloped his díck.

They m****d together as she took him deep inside of her.

She stopped suddenly, hanging right there without sitting on him completely.

“Danika.” He let out a tortured g***n, his eyes closed as he tried to force himself not to move inside her.

“I c-can’t take you further… It’s going to h-hurt badly.” She whispered pleadingly, her legs shaky.

“Gods.” His breaths were shallow as he tried to hold on to the last control he has.

Pulling out, he urged her to stand. He walked them to the bookshelf beside them. “Hands on the shelf.”

She followed the gutteral command, her fingers gripped the shelf, holding on to it. She bent over, giving him her back. He hovered behind her like a powerful avenging god, widening her legs the way he wanted it, he positioned himself.

He drove into her in one move. They cried out together, Danika squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure washed over her. His body leaned closer until it covers hers, his breathing harsh, breath was hot in her ears.

“Are you okay?” Gently spoken, his voice belied the urgency running in his b***d. His hand slid to her hair which fell all over in front of her and he pushed them all to her left shoulder, leaving the right part of her face bare.

She was full, it was almost uncomfortable. But the feel of him was incredible. “Y-Yes, I’m okay.” she whispered with a nod, grateful that he’ll ask.

It was all he wanted to hear. He kissed her bare neck as he pulled back and drove into her again. She let out a throaty m**n, her head swiveling to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

His mouth met hers. The k**s was hot and feverish, his díck thrusting into her in quick steady pumps. The library filled with their breathing and her soft cries to each stroke that makes her eyes see stars.

He wasn’t as gentle as he’s always been, but he wasn’t as rough either. His hand left her h**s to twerk her nîpples, playing with them with each stroke of his body.

She tore her lips from his, a whimper escaping her throat. Heads thrown back, she matched his rhythm. He changed the angle of his thrusts, and hit her in that spot inside her that made stars wink in her eyes.

“Ooooh….” Her hands clutched the shelf tight, her body shivering as the pleasant feeling coursed through her body.