Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
She turned to face him.
His eyes met hers again. “Vetta mustnever ever find out about this. Never. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
Heavens, he smiled. It wasn’t much of a smile, but it was something beautiful, Danika thought, her heart warming up like the hills under the sun.
He urged her to strip, and he stripped out his wet clothes as well. Together, they stood under the waterfall of the bathroom made out of the best woods and oak. Water beat down their bodies as they washed themselves. Her eyes kept roaming all over him, her hands touching the hard contours of his body occasionally just to keep convincing herself that this night was real. That he is here with her.
At one point, he got out of the bathroom, leaving her alone. She heard the distinct sound of door opening, the deep baritone of commands issued out and the sound of hurried footsteps.
It took a while before he returned to the bathroom.
“How does it feel being the queen of Mombana?” he asked.
She felt the heat of his body behind her back and settled her head on his shoulder. “Stressful. I am happy that I got this opportunity to make amends for my people for what my father put them through, but at the same time, I feel the stress of all the duties that come with the crown. It weighs down on me like a heavy burden.”
“I know that feeling.”
“Yes, I know you do.” She closed her eyes slightly while the water cascaded down her body. “I don’t want to be the sole ruler of this place where all the burdens and duties fall squarely on my shoulders. I want to rule beside a king.”
Beside you. She caught the words before they could escape her lips.
“It is not possible for a queen to rule a kingdom alone. It is against all laws and traditions. That is why your people are making efforts to desperately marry you off.” The last part was an angry growl. He remembered Lord Riverbird.
Instinctively, she turned towards him and wrapped her arms behind his head. “We agreed not to think about all these tonight. Please, let us not think about them at all.” Her heart hurt because that thought only reminded her of his impending marriage.
He hugged her back. “You’re right.” He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her ear. Then he whispered words into her ear. “I want to have you too much, Dany. Now. It has been too long, the hunger too high. I am almost sure that I will not be able to last long enough to satisfy you.”
“You don’t have to. I-I miss feeling you inside me,” she admitted, a faint flush stroking the cheek she buried in his neck. “Every night…so far away. It was like torture.”
Her hand lowered and caressed his hard arousal. “Take me, Lucien. Now…”
He needed no further urging. Instead, he dipped his head lower and took her lips into a kiss that dragged a satisfying moan from her throat as her fingers dug into his back. The kiss began so slowly and dragged on, but with each mating of their tongues together, their heated passion fueled like molten lava until he was practically devouring her mouth with his. She matched his passion, sucking his plump lower lip and thrusting in her tongue to meet his. Her breath was husky and shorter.
His hand found her between her legs and a groan rumbled from deep inside his throat at the wetness of her dripping so much, she coated his fingers. His desire spiked to unbearable degrees, and his control teetered at the edge and urgency rode him hard.
Tearing their lips apart, he turned her so that she was facing the wall. Her hands held the attached rails in front of her and gripped tightly as she felt him come up closely behind her. King Lucien held her plump ass cheeks and kneaded them steadily, groaning at the soft texture of her skin and the plumpness in his hands. Then he spread her cheeks apart, lining himself up poised at her entrance. He plunged into her.
“Yes.” She let out a strangled moan, her eyes squeezing tightly shut at the fullness of him weighing inside her.
It took everything in him to hold himself still, giving her a few moments to adjust to him while he peppered kisses down her throat, her neck and upper back.
“Ready?” he said, his breathing erratic.
Queen Danika nodded her head vigorously.
“Thank heavens.” He pulled back almost to the tip and thrust back in measured strokes, over and over and over again.
With each stroke, his desire only spiked higher, and he began taking her in long hard strokes. She cried out with each thrust of his hips, pushing back to meet every of his thrusts passionately.
Water bathed their bodies as the lovers strained together in passionate coupling, their cries mingling with the sound of the water and the movements of their body. His hands were everywhere: her ass, her hips, her swollen belly, her breasts. He kneaded the plump bosom and squeezed when he increased his thrusts as he felt his release rushing up to him. He came with a guttural groan, his hips moving relentlessly. But he underestimated how badly she wanted him too because she cried out shortly after he did as she fell over the edge.
“Lucien! Yes, dearling, yes!” she cried, her back arched.
“Heavens, Danika, you feel so good.” His hands clutched her to him as warm jets of his release spurted repeatedly inside her. Her body gripped his phallus as he rode out his release inside her.
She sobbed, her body trembling underneath his. The pleasure she felt so overwhelming, it was highly ecstatic.
Then they collapsed in each other’s arms, their breathing heavy as they clung together.
They came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.
They dried each other off in a comfortable silence with Danika smiling up at him occasionally. He’d return the smile with a twitch of his lips, his face an embodiment of contentment.
Afterwards, he walked to the door, opened it and took the folded clothes he knew would be there on the door.
“Baski said she’d bring me clothes,” he answered at her curious glance. “Did the bath help? Do you still feel hot?”
She flushed, a smile touched her lips. “I feel just great, thank you.”
He nodded once. “Get on the bed. I have something brought in for your legs and your hurting back.”
“Oh.” It was his words that reminded her of the forgotten pain in her back. Her eyes found the bedside table, and she saw some things she didn’t keep there before, like balm and an herb cream.
Her heart filled with gratitude and love for this man. In her flimsy nightie, she walked to the bed, which dipped slightly under her weight as she climbed up and sat on it.
He followed after her, climbing in behind her. They sat side by side; he took some pillows and placed them behind her back to support her. “Better?”
“Yes.” She sighed in sheer relaxation, adjusting her back better into the soft fluffs behind her.
Then he took her foot into his hand. In the silence that followed, he examined the swell with a frown kneading his brows before he picked up the herb cream and began massaging her leg with it.
The swell had gone down noticeably when he was done with both legs. “By morning, you’ll have your legs back without the extras.”
She’d closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands as they massaged her feet, but her eyes opened at the sound of his voice. She examined his handwork, her heart lightening with gratitude at sight.
“Thank you so much. I feel better,” Danika whispered.
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