Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
He climbed the bed without breaking the kiss and undressed her out of her nighties-pulling back a bit just to get the flimsy gown above her head and out of the way.
In turn, she undressed him too. Untying the knots that held his robe together until everything came undone. Slipping it from his shoulders to reveal hard muscles and smooth skin.
Declan bit off a curse as her soft dainty fingers caressed him. His mouth crushed back on hers, and this time the kiss was harder and deeper.
“Declan…” she moaned against his mouth, unable to keep the need inside. “Declan… Please…”
His fingers trailed down her neck over the achingly sensitive tip of her nipple, sending electricity through the princess’s body. Then he pinched them, and she yepled aloud because it hurt, and yet it felt so good.
He laid her down on the bed, breaking the kiss to get a really good look at her naked form. “You are beautiful, my lady.”
The princess’s cheeks turned the deepest shades of red in his hungry eyes looking at her everywhere. When her eyes on his incredibly masculine body slid even lower, a gasp tore from her.
Her eyes flew back to his face, her cheeks hotter than ever. “Oh…”
Declan chuckled hoarsely at her reaction. “Worry not, my beautiful princess, I will not hurt you.”
It wasn’t the first time she was seeing him naked, but it was the first time their intimacy would become more…intimate. Would he fit? She swallowed tightly.
Seeing the fear that almost clouded the hunger in her eyes, Declan proceeded to do something about it. Kissing her passionately, he began touching her breasts again. He stroked her, squeezed her aching flesh, pinching her nipples, his mouth leaving hers to trail down her neck in a series of small, precise bites that made her shudder and shake, a tree blown by the hurricane that was surrounding them. She was moaning now, everything else forgotten apart from what he was doing to her.
Then he lowered his head and replaced his hands with his mouth. Kamara cried out, her hands up to his shoulders, her nails digging in, clutching him as suckled from her in hard tugs she felt blatantly in the secret place in between her legs.
“
Yesss….y-yessss, oh, Declan!” Her head thrashed on the bedding, her eyes squeezed shut.
His hand slid lower, trailing down from her breast lower-much lower-until he cupped her womanhood. Then he began touching her intimately.
Someone was panting. Her. And she was moving helplessly, grinding herself against his searching finger, wanting more friction, wanting to ease the terrible, relentless ache that gripped her.
“Heavens, I need you so much. I can’t wait any longer!” Declan rose over her.
She parted her legs for him, and he settled in between her soft thighs, his hands holding one creamy thighs while the other guided his thick length to the entrance of her body. Then he stiffened. The instant he tensed, her eyes opened, filled with desire, love and hunger for him. She saw the horrible memories of his past right there in his glazed eyes, in the stiffness of his shoulders.
“It’s okay, Declan. I’m right here,” she whispered, her arms going around his head to pull him down for a passionate kiss filled with her love for him.
“Kamara…” His voice was hoarse. Pained. Uncertain.
“Yes, it’s Kamara. It’s your lady right here with you. Not Mombana. Not those monsters. It’s me…and we’re in Salem. In the palace. In my bedroom.” She kissed every corner of his face she could get her lips on. “You’re in my bedroom…on top of me. And I can’t wait to f-feel you inside me.”
Her words did it. With a groan, he plunged into her. The princess cried out as the blunt head of his shaft breeched into her body, pushing through the tight sensitive folds, hard, hot and big. Heavens, so big.
“The gods, you’re…tight!” he said in a strangled voice, pleasure oozing through his body in overwhelming waves.
“It burns.” The words tore from her, so uncomfortable, she felt on fire. She breathed through her nose-short, shallow breaths. “It hurts,” she managed out.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, heavens…you feel so good, dearling.” Declan gathered all the control he could muster and held himself still to give her time to adjust to him. It was his turn to kiss all over her face, down to her neck. “So sorry…”
His hand went in between them, he started rubbing the bundle of nerves there. He didn’t stop until the stiffness left her body and she was moaning low on her throat.
“Okay?” He kissed her sweaty forehead.
“Yes.” She let out a moan. “Yes, my love.”
He began moving inside her. Slow, sensual movements that drew low throaty moans from her throat. They were touching, kissing. He kept pushing, stretching her, making her feel the burn of it, making her internal muscles clutch around him as if she were ready for more and not lying there overwhelmed by the most intense feeling of her life. And then he made everything even more intense, gripping her hips and tilting them, sliding deeper, drawing wordless sound from her until she could feel him everywhere.
“My lovely lady.” His breathing was hoarse, his skin shone with sweat, the feral look on his face doing things to her, making her own hunger ache hotter.
And when he began to move, pulling out, then driving into her, hard and deep, and with fierce intent, the pull of an intense climax got even stronger.
“Callan,” she whispered raggedly. “Oh, my God…”
He said nothing, but the look on his face was savage, as if he was determined to wreck her, to love her, to destroy her, and nothing was going to stop him.
He began to thrust harder, and she found herself arching up into him, moving with him, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. Relishing the slick slide of his thick maleness inside her body.
Sounds escaped her, raw animal noises of pleasure as sensation wound like a clock spring inside her. It wound so tight-oh, heavens-she knew that when it released, she was going to come apart.
She was babbling, she could hear herself, helpless words spilling from her mouth under his and running together in a long stream. PleaseCallanohGodpleasehardermorefasterdeeperHelpmeOhheavensyespleaseharder.
She couldn’t stop them, an earthquake beginning to tear her apart. And then he took his lips from hers and his hand slid between their straining, slippery bodies, his fingers finding her sensitive nub again, circling, then pressing down at the same time as he thrust up.
“Come, Kamara,” he growled, his voice hot and rough, the voice of a stranger. “Effing come for me.”
And like her body had been holding out for precisely that command, the pressure released and she screamed, torn apart just like she thought she’d be. “
Caaaaaallan!
“
And as the pieces of her scattered in the air, she was dimly aware of him moving faster, and then came the sound of his own release, the guttural roar of it echoing in the room around them, his whole body stiffening under hers.
But she didn’t have the strength to do anything more than wrap her arms around him and hold him tight as he came to pieces. Just like she did.
He was shaking. Just like she was.
An hour later, the princess had settled into an exhausted sleep. Declan got out of the door just in time to see King Lucien dressed up in his ceremonial wear.
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