The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 54

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"Oh, please...!" Teeth gritted and beads of sweat lining her forehead. She twisted harder when he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted the peak.

Unbelievable hard pain filled her chest and speared right down to her cl't, the pressure in her lower belly that bothered on pain and pleasure increased to alarming degrees.

Neck straining, eyes squeezed shut, and wetness coming from her on its own, Danika was crying as she came for this monster.

She came long and hard, but he was squeezing her throat now at the same time her orgasm peaked. She could breathe, but barely, and crying out her pleasure was not possible.

Her sight and her voice gone, the feeling overwhelmed her. She thrashed wildly under him, her hands pushing to be free from his, but he wouldn't let up. Stars danced in front of her eyes and blackness started to cloud her vision from the intensity of it all.

He came down fully on her body, her breasts pressed to his hairy chest. His erratic breathing fanned her left ear. He growled some words to her ear.

“Yes.” She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but that lone word had tumbled from her mouth on its own. Her quivering legs unwrapped from his waist, falling to her sides like liquid. All strength has left her body.

Danika dangled on that thin line between consciousness and unconsciousness.

She was distinctly aware of him all but slamming his shaft into her, and then, he was releasing too.

He cried out hoarsely, his hips coming faster, grinding in deep on her quivering thighs. The groans of pleasure that tore from his throat was so very deep and masculine that she felt her entire body tingle from it.

Although it seemed impossible, Danika swore his cock thickened even further inside of her, and she felt the hot, powerful jets of his release bathe her insides.

After several minutes of him surrendering to his pleasure, he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing down on her lax body.

She suddenly wished there was strength in her arms and legs. She would have wrapped it around him, holding him tightly right there and not letting go.

It was only seconds after he had done that before he rolled away and lay on his back, breathing heavily.

He'd always worn her out. It gave her a satisfying pleasure to see that she did the same to him.

Just like that night a weak ago, she curled her arm around him. And even though he stiffened, he didn't pull away her arm. She sighed blissfully, barely keeping her eyes open.

Air hit her eyes when he pulled the blindfold away. She blinked her sleepy eyes, trying to make this moment in his arms last. She wasn't close enough...she needed closer.

She whimpered, trying to wiggle closer to him.

"You're quite demanding this night." He groaned with displeasure, his voice laced with exhaustion.

But, as he said those, his arms snaked out on its own and he pulled her closer into his arms. "Just for tonight." he grunted.

She nodded sleepily, burrowing closer to his already clothed body. She felt safe tugged away in his arms. It is weird, how she felt so safe in the arms of the only man he hates her more than anything. But the weirdness of it doesn't deplete the feeling.