The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 91

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"Making a new memory, my love." Gray eyes looked up to him with a softness so blatant, "When you think of this place, think of this... When you see this place, see this..." Then, her head lowered and she took him deep into her mouth.

"Gods..." His díck sprang to life. It grew thicker and thicker as he watched her swirl her pink tongue around the head before slowly taking it into her mouth.

King Lucien sucked in a breath as the wet, warm mouth engulfed his phallus. He was hard. He was fully hard now. Suddenly, he was struggling to remember why he was trying to leave this place few minutes ago.

Just as he was about to pull her to her feet, she moaned around his length, looking blissed out, as if sucking him makes her high like the finest liquor.

"Danika, wait..." He stared at her flushed face as her eyelashes fluttered and lifted. Their eyes locked, her hand tightened at his butt.

Then, her eyes slid shut. She hummed around the díck in her mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking him with obvious relish, her mouth and tongue hungry—and by the gods, his insides has lit up. This place is wrong—so so wrong, he couldn’t stop it. He gave in, unable to help himself.

Groaning, he shivered violently, and had to gather the remains of his self-control so he wouldn’t roll his hips.

He grabbed her bobbing head. Stop, he wanted to say, but she looked so completely relaxed, opening her mouth wider and looking at him expectantly. Waiting.

It dawned on him. She wants him to face-fuck her.

"Heavens, woman... You have any idea what you're asking for?" His fingers buried into her hair, he griped the massive blond curls like a lifeline, trying to hold on to sanity.

It is proving so hard because this is Danika—the woman he wanted most in the world—kneeling before him with her mouth open. Willingly.

A small smile feathered her lips, "I might not be able to take a whip, but I can take this." Looking him in the eyes, she whispered, "I want this, Lucien."

His hips jerked of their own volition, slamming back into the heat of her mouth. She gagged a bit, but then, she closed her mouth around his length and let out a long moan. She was bloody loving it.

Her tongue trailed his scar from the base to the tip, drawing a long groan from him as pleasure worked it's way down his spine.

His hips jerked again. And again. He couldn’t stop.

Soon, both his hands tightened on her hair and he was yanking her mouth onto his aching, throbbing dīck. He'd never been harder in his life; the feeling of her willingness, her hot mouth tight around him, the whisper of the night air around them and the sound of the surf of the river.