The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 106

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FOURTH TO FINAL EPISODE; Part 2.

Name; Lifetime Decisions.

And then he made everything even more intense, gripping her hips and tilting them, sliding deeper, drawing wordless sound from her, until she was 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 were 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 wounded so tight—oh, heavens—she knows 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 is.

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An hour later, the Princess has settled into an exhausted sleep. Declan got out of the door just in time to see King Lucien dressed up in his ceremonial wear.

His big cousin glanced at the door he came out from, then, pinned him with a stare with his eyebrow raised.

Knowing why he was getting that look, Declan lowered his eyes, almost turning red at the hairlines.

"Sleeping with my intended, huh?" King Lucien said without heat, "I wonder what her father will think about that."

Declan snorted, glancing back into the bedroom to make sure his Princess is sleeping well before he closed the door shut. "Her father can kiss my behind. I intend to marry her."

"You'd better. You have compromised her already as I can see, and half the Kingdom has heard." The King wasn't smiling, but the glint in his eyes shows that he was amused.