The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 83

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When the king laced his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Danika jerked at the tug of his lips on her body.

He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan, bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man has ever done this to her before, his mouth on her made her skin burn.

He let go of that nipple and to find the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard, and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue.

His mouth was wet, like silk, and he was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple.

She tried to keep her response in check but what he was doing to her, drew moans from her mouth and made her ache further to his mouth.

She didn't know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, her hand on the soft curls of his head as he suckled her hungrily.

She whimpered, her eyes slid tightly closed. Each tug of his mouth, she felt it on her womanhood until she felt her own wetness dripping on his body, coating the bedcloth where she straddled him.

Embarrassment made her cheeks flush but she's couldn't control her response to what he was doing to her.

It felt too good. The pleasure made her body a quivering mess above him.

What seems like an eternity later, he pulled back and stared at her dazed eyes. Her trembling body. Her nipples were puckered and red from his relentless ardor.

And King Lucien wanted more. It's been so long he allowed himself to enjoy a woman's soft breasts...way too long. Before he was enslaved.

During his slavery and after nursing from Baski, all others he did mechanically and upon command by King Cone. His body had ten good years to train itself to be repelled by another's.

Now, five years after his slavery, every touch repelled and disgusted him. Made his skin uncomfortable. He allows those close to him to touch him when necessary...like Baski, Vetta and Chad, but only as a necessity.

He endures their touch, he doesn't enjoy it. Except for this woman trembling on top of him.

Her hand buried in his head and her thigh straddling him wasn't one he was enduring. Instead, it's one he's enjoying.

"What is it about you...?" He found himself groaning as he lowered his head again and took her nipple back into his mouth.

She whimpered throatily as another wave of shudder worked it's way down her body. He leaned back on the headboard, taking her with him until she was leaning over him.

Her hand brazed on either side of his head while he alternated between her two breasts, suckling them one after the other for very long minutes. His wounds forgotten, he fed from her.

She surrounded him. In his mouth. Around him. His phallus was hard and swollen at the point of pain, but he couldn't take his mouth away from her succulent plumpness.

He was most surprised when all of a sudden, she stiffened above him, her body going taut. And then, she was sobbing aloud as shudders after shudders went through her body as she released.

She was too responsive, he'd never had a woman like her before...not in slavery and not before.

He let go off my nipple with a pop and snaked his hand in between her body to the part of her that created a pool on his belly.

He caressed her there, and she whimpered. Her fists were clenched on either side of his head, her head rolled to one side as her body went lax against him.

Danika was breathing erratically as she tried to catch her breath and regain her body. What surprised her was that he allowed her the time to do that.

"Get up." He ordered at last, his voice hoarse.

Slowly, she rose above him and opened her eyes to see him. Her cheeks heated badly at the way his eyes watched her.