The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 84

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He continued until raw arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements.

She urged his back to the bed, and avoided the fresh bandaged wound of the arrow but her hand covered his scars on his chest as she moved. It felt so good. This was so good.

She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened and she found his intense blue gaze on her.

She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, but intense heat, pleasure and desire.

He likes this. He likes it a lot.

It was a heady sensation, knowing how she can make him feel like this. That she can give him pleasure. That she can erase the pain of the past from his eyes...even for a moment.

Currents of pleasure slid through her and she suddenly wanted more closeness from him. She wants his kiss... His mouth on hers.

But, she also knows the impossibility of that happening. She wished it will happen one day...

So, instead of his lips on hers, she settled for another. She leaned down, moved her hands to his head, pressed her torso up against his face and held her aching nipple to his mouth in silent plea.

His breath hissed out, and he laced his mouth hungrily on it and began suckling in hard tugs.

She sobbed, her eyes closed. Her body was on fire, but she didn't have enough leverage to take long strokes in this position. Her body continued to move against his, but more slowly and with shortened strokes.

His arms wrapped all the way around her, his tongue and mouth devouring her puckered nub and her plump breast. He slid his hands to her thighs and began swirling them over her skin.

His hand clung to her hips with bruising strength as he plunged into her while pushing her down on him. Her cries split the air at the twin sensations of his mouth on her breast and his fat organ powering inside her.

"Oooooh.....! Aaarh....!" She cried in long draws, her body trembling so badly the vibrations were heard from her cries. She went more liquid inside.

When she couldn't take the torture of his lips on her nipple any longer, she pulled back from him and rose above him.

The fullness of him throbbing between her thighs, his hands bruising on her thigh. She made a small adjustment on him, getting more comfortable, and taking a long, steady stroke at the same time.

King Lucien slid his hands to her breasts and he began to manipulate her aching nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs, and when he did, she was flooded with heat, liquid sensation that eased his way.

While she moaned, he groaned. His eyes slid close and he looked like he's filled with deep-seated pleasure. The same feeling that threatened to engulf her.

The pain was there each time he hit her cervix, but so was the pleasure. She slid up on him, and tightened her grip on his shoulders before coming back down again.

He was hard and thick and Danika felt the fullness all the way to her soul. The king held her so tightly, the sweat from their bodies mingling with the hot steamy air, her body sliding against his, over him, surrounding him as he filled her completely.

He held her with a tight, ruthless possession that in her sane mind might have alarmed her. But it didn't.