Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Her moans turned to soft erotic cries as her body absorbed every single thing he did to her, her eyes closed. She was in a land where nothing existed except whirlwinds of sensations. She felt his fingers caress her clit, playing and probing. His fingers were demons. Inside the gripping depths of her tight channel his fingers probed, the tips curling to reach a spot that had her hips arching from the bed and a strangled scream ripping from her throat. Not that it did her any good. He continued to torment her, devouring her in a sensual feast that soon had her begging, crying for mercy.
“King L-Lucien! I c-can’t bear…” She became a stuttering mess, her brain short-circuited with the unbearable pleasure flooding her body.
“You can. You will,” he crooned. “I love the taste of you.”
She whimpered as his finger pressed firmly into the spot that seemed to have a direct link to her clit. It sent flares of sensation racing through the little bud as she gasped, fighting to breathe amid the pleasure tearing through her.
“You have this taste like honeysuckle,” he said. “And wild roses.”
“Please, God. King Lucien, I can’t…” she cried out as his fingers moved again, straightening, sliding nearly free then plunging inside her in one hard, fast stroke as his tongue returned to her clit. Shuddering waves of near orgasm raced through her nervous system, stealing her breath and leaving her hanging on a precipice of such intense sensation that she wondered if she would ever survive.
“You’re so sweet and tight,” he whispered before licking around her clit once more. “You’re gripping my fingers like a fist. Feel how tight you are, Danika.” His voice gravy and heavy with lust, his control almost slipping from his fingers.
Her body began a spring, shaking rhythmically to the cords of his finger and tongue, her head shaking from side to side. Her breath in loud pants. His fingers retreated, then in one slow, delicious movement slid inside her again. Danika could feel the sensitive tissue parting for him, milking at him as the sensual impalement left her shaking in her impending release.
“Please…” she panted, her fingers clenching and unclenching on the sheets.
This time, when his fingers entered her, his lips covered her clit and began to suckle it erotically. Strong, heavy thrusts of his fingers inside her, a twist of his wrist, the rasp of callousedfingertips against nerve endings flaming for his touch. And she erupted.
“King Lucieeeeen!!!” She screamed his name as she bulked and writhed against him, mindless to the sensations he evoked in her.
It was the first time he actually heard her call out his name, and it threatened to kill what was left of his control at the husky scream and sensual pronunciation of his name. He wanted her to say it more, he realized.
Her thighs gripped his head as her pussy gripped his fingers, her internal muscles spasming violently as the final barrier shielding her soul was washed away. Suddenly, she felt so bereft, she wanted nothing more than his body covering hers. Shielding, sheltering, all over hers. Reaching out with small shaky hands, she undid his robes and pulled it down jerkily, to free the warm, hard, thickness that was purely male.
“Danika,” he said against her shoulders, fighting his controls.
“Please…” She widened her trembling legs, pulling him closer until his body blanketed hers.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him-as much as he wanted his next breath. But an unfamiliar dreadful feeling he recognized as fear whisked through his mind. “I can’t, Danika. What about the baby?” Placing his forehead to hers, he said in a pained voice.
“No, you can, my king. Please-I want to feel you again.” Her tone was shy, but passionate too.
“I can’t be gentle. I don’t know how to be. I don’t want to hurt our child.” He rubbed his swollen erection at her sensitive clit repeatedly, his breathing harsh. He was trying to rein in control so badly.
She opened her eyes, so hazy with desire for him. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his existence. “You can. I t-trust you, King Lucien.”
“Heavens.” The guttural growl tore from his lips as the last of his fragile control shot to dust at the innocently sincere trust in her voice.
He has to have her.
Has to be gentle too, so he wouldn’t hurt his child. He did not know how to do that, but he will try his damndest.
He raised his head and looked down in between their bodies to the throbbing part of him seeking to find the entrance to her. His hands settled on her inner thighs and he spread her eagle-wide open to settle his larger body in between her small frame. His eyes held her dazed ones as he began pushing himself inside her. She moaned low and throaty, her hand going to his hips to steady him. Groaning at the tightness that surrounded his hardness, King Lucien gritted his teeth to keep from shoving all the way inside her and possessing her body in the primal way the hunger was beating at him. Instead, he kept pushing gently, feeling the incredible way her inner muscles reluctantly gave way for his invasion.
“My king…” Another moan slipped from her throat, her eyes closed.
He leaned closer and took her mouth into a searing kiss as he pushed all the way inside her until he was buried to the hilt. Danika cried out into his mouth, the burning sensation only mixing with the throbs of her release few moments ago. He kissed her long and hard, holding himself so still above her she could practically feel the effort it took him to hold still and allow her body to adjust to him.
“Move… Please,” she urged, wrapping her legs around his back to hold him more closer to her.
That seemed to be all he wanted to hear because he began kissing her earnestly as he pulled back almost all the way, and then pushed back into her. In and out and in and out, he went for long minutes. Then he pulled back and stared in between theirbodies to the way her body enveloped his dick repeatedly. She was so wet, she was dripping. The feeling was exquisite as her inner body milked him, he felt like he was drowning. Wanting nothing more than to let go completely and pound her body so hard until he fills her body up with his release.
Then his eyes settled on the slight rounded bump of her four-month pregnancy, and it shaved off most of the animalistic urges. He slowed down his strokes until he glided in and out of her wet sheath.
Careful. He must be careful with her.
“Oooh.” She let out a throaty moan that drew his attention back to her face. Her eyes were closed in pure ecstasy, her lips pursed, her breath hitching and her face drawn up.
She was a picture of perfect enjoyment, so beautiful that King Lucien forgot all about his own pleasure and focused on giving her more. He kept working himself in steady long strokes inside her, listening to the beautiful music she played for him.
She arched up to him at each thrust, a pinched expression on her face, her arms wrapped tightly around him. Danika had never known pleasure that wasn’t accompanied by pain in his arms, but in the darkness of this night, he gave her an undiluted pleasure with no hint of pain, she was lost in it. With each stead thrust of his hips, pleasure sizzled her body and the familiar compelling feeling began inside her. She was so close.
He lowered his mouth to hers and pressed warm and sweet lips against hers. Her heart fluttered and turned over like someone had set a jar full of butterflies free in her chest. He was exquisitely tender. So reverent that it brought tears to her eyes. He had never been this way with her. She never knew he could be this way with her. It was so obvious that he wasn’t feeling the lovemaking, but he never increased his thrusts. He kept pleasuring her in such gentle rhythmical movements.
“Yes, yes. You are so good,” she moaned, mindless to anything else that what he was giving her, her arms clinging to his neck.
He kissed her lips and then started at one corner of her mouth and kissed his way to the other side. His tongue slid sensuously over her top and then bottom lip and then gently slipped between to open her to his advances. With a sigh, she acquiesced, and their tongues met, tasting each other, exploring. Advancing and then retreating. They performed a delicate dance, their tongues dueling, slowly at first and then faster. Their breath came faster and was swallowed up, given and then taken back. They shared each puff of air, savoring it before demanding more.
Suddenly, she tore her mouth away from his and cried out harshly as she flew over the edge. Her body convulsed under his, her hands holding him closer as she wailed in sheer ecstasy, tears streaming down her eyes. Her orgasm triggered his, and the king followed her off to the land where nothing but volcanic sensations sizzled and combusted into whirlwind, multiple colorful pinpoints of unbearably sweet feelings.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and erratic. Then he rolled, taking her with him.
His lips pressing gently to her neck, her sweaty shoulder, it wasn’t the weakness he felt. For the first time, he felt complete. She watched through drowsy eyes, tear falling from her eyes, her eyes stark with her emotions, and he realized she was just as vulnerable to him as he was feeling. She had opened herself to him from the start, and he never realized the depths of her feelings before until this dark night.
He leaned closer and kissed her tears. She began crying earnestly then at the gentlest unexpected movement from him. Heavens interceded for her. Tears of huge relief wouldn’t stop falling, and he kissed them away. How did the seer manage to vindicate her? How did Remeta manage it to the extent that hedidn’t only believe her innocence, he also believed in the life they created together?
He kissed her cheeks. The corner of her eyes. Her forehead. He kissed every part of her face.
“Stop crying, Danika. It is not a sight I like. It is not good for the life you nurture inside you.” It came out a command, but she heard the gentlest softness she has never heard in his tone before.
She clung to him, nodding her head vigorously. Her body reacted heavily to the feel of his big body as she turned towards him and pushed closer to the shelters of his body until she pressed so close to him in a very tight embrace, she molded to him. Her head on his chest, she breathed him in, basking in the very feel of him. Warmth encased her. She had been so cold for so long…this felt like coming home. And it was.
When she’d fallen sick in the dungeons, she’d thought it was the coldness of the cell. The unpleasantness of her situation. The hunger and thirst for food and water. But now she found out that it was all of those and more. It was her hunger and need for this man. Her craving for him. She’d missed him so badly.
This man who is so damaged. So broken.
Who has never smiled. Or laughed.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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