The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 105

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FOURTH TO FINAL EPISODE; Part 1.

Name: Night For Lovers.

Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara laid down in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace, for the first time in a long time.

Her Callan—no, Declan—is no peasant after all, but a Prince. The knowledge is going to take some time getting used to.

At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Declan stood at her door. He was dressed in a white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at the front.

Her heart fluttered. The temperature of her bedroom seems to have dropped as her eyes met his.

"Declan..." She has no idea what she wanted to say, only that he was too far.

"I think I'm finally ready to take what belongs to me, My Lady. I'm ready to make you mine," His cheeks went ruby, but his eyes held hers, "If you are ready..."

Her hand stretched out in beckoning of him, "I have been ready for a long time, My Prince," a small almost-shy smile followed the pronunciation of his entitlement.

"No, please call me Declan, My Lady." he responded with a smile of his own as he closed the distance between them, "I like hearing my name on your lips."

"Declan. But, I want you to call me by my name. Not My Lady, not Princess Kamara...I do not have a status higher than yours."

He reached closer to her, his eyes landed on her small pink lips, "I love calling you My Lady..." he lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Her eyes slid close. "Declan..." She breathed out.

He pulled back. She opened her mouth to say a word, he simply bent and covered it with his own. At that moment, everything else fell away.

Nothing else mattered but him and his kisses. It was unlike all the other kisses they've shared before. It was scorching and it was raw. It ignited like the flame she was.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, sweet and demanding, the hot slide of it making her gasp. Princess Kamara tipped her head back against the wall to deepen the angle, letting him take whatever he wanted, then taking in return. Exploring the heady, alcoholic flavor of him as the rest of the world fell away.

He climbed the bed without breaking the kiss, and undressed her out of her nighties—pulling back a bit, just the 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, 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 nípple, sending electricity jolts through the Princess's body. Then, he pinched them, and she groaned aloud because it hurts and yet it feels 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."

"Kamara..." His voice 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 groaned in a strangled voice, pleasure oozing through his body in overwhelming waves.

"It burns," The words tore from her, so uncomfortable, she feels 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.