The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 150

This was between her and him.

Life and death.

Possession and ownership.

She threw her head back. “You’re not hurting me. I…” I love you, I love you, I’m pregnant for you, I’m carrying your child, I love you, I love you so much! “I trust you.”

He g*****d, increasing his rhythm until she felt sure she’d snap in two. His guttural m**n vibrated through his chest as the first ripple of need travelled down his dïck, massaging her with the fierceness of his impending o****m.

Her body clenched, tightened, wound. Taking me out of this stratosphere and placing her on a shooting star. A comet where everything was happy and perfect and there was no tragedy or sadness. No memories. No slavery. No pain.

Grief tried to steal her from his embrace and she clamped her eyes shut. Focusing only on his heat and vitality.

Danika wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dragging him close against her. He m****d as his entire body went bow-string tight.

He pulled her away from the wall, lowered them to the floor and landing on top of her.

His hands went to either side of her head, his h**s pistoned as she held on, never letting him go. Our breathing mingled, panting out of control.

Every stroke was delicious; every motion sent her higher up the mountain of claiming the most incredible o****m of her life. She relished in the fierceness of him, the absolute ownership of his body on top of her.

Full body contact. Something completely new.

She loved hugging him.

She loved being blanketed by him.

The first spindle and body-shivering band of her release teetered just out of reach. Danika’s dug nails into his a*s, curving into him, meeting his every thrust.

He cried out with all the torture in the world—lost in whatever mind-warp he suffered. “I—I need you so much,” he snapped, violence tinging every part of him.

That was all she needed. The knowledge he needed her gave me the strength to brave the unknown future. Gave me the courage to keep loving this broken man.

Danika came with a loud wail.

She unravelled and combusted all in one go. The o****m wasn’t just in her wet sheath; it existed in every b***d cell, in every breath she took, in every part of her.

On and on the waves rolled, mimicking the crashing surf of the river down the palace. She cried his name repeatedly, bulking under him.

His mouth found hers then, in a battle of lips. His mouth devoured hers, stealing her breath completely.

Danika felt complete.

She hadn’t even known a lot was missing something until he gave her everything he was. Until he lost himself completely and had to find himself again in her arms.

She’ll never be free of him. Just like he’ll never be free of her. She knows this with every fiber of her being.

She cried out as the contractions of her release squeezed around his dïck. He shivered and thrust harder. And again.

King Lucien came apart.

His thrusts lost uniformity, driving relentlessly, seeking pleasure, seeking a release.

His orgãsm tore down his back, rippling like a powerful wave over his muscles. He spurted deep inside, splash after splash.

Her release kept going, intensifying as their life mingled. She found, for one brief second, eternal happiness.

Gradually, he slowed before coming to a gentle rock. Then, he collapsed on her, going completely still.

But, Danika’s breath wouldn’t slow. No matter how much she tried to catch her breath, it wouldn’t slow down.

She gulped in air in large quantity, her gasp filling the air. She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She panted and panted. Her head spinning, the world blurred around her. And tilted.

And yet, she still held

The world closed in on her. She came dangerously close to passing out. And, she still gulped in air.

She gripped her neck as if she’s trying to loosen whatever is gripping her neck and cutting off her breath. Her other hand, she placed on his soft curls, unconsciously patting him soothingly.

King Lucien opened his eyes and took in his environment. He’s in his chambers. He felt disoriented and very tired.

More importantly, he noticed the soft body beneath him and the quick rise and fall of her chest, the panting sounds as she tried to drag in breath.

Danika watched the king through blurry eyes as he looked down on her, his sweaty brows was knitted and creased with concern.

“Are you alright, Danika?” He asked, his hand touching her forehead.

“Can’t…catch…my…breath!” She gasped.

“I will send for the Medicine Man—“

“No!” She grabbed hold of his arm, still panting. The medicine man will find out that she’s pregnant even before she’s able to find a way to tell him.

His eyes touched her body examiningly. Pain and regret flashed in his eyes, but he blinked and it was gone. The warm glow and tiredness from what he’s been through—and what they just did—remained in their wake.

He lowered his head to hers and kissed her forehead. “You’re alright, Danika. It’s okay. Try to take a deep breath. Not short breaths. Try to take in a lot of breath, hold it for a second and breath out.”

Danika closed her eyes and blindly followed his soft commands. She did as he instructed her.

“That’s it. That’s it.” He added, then he dipped his head and took her lips into his.

He wasn’t kissing her, instead he gave her air. Breathing in deeply, he released it gently into her mouth. He did it repeatedly until she felt so much better.

Danika’s eyes watered at the intimacy. Somehow, this… what he did right now, feels more intimate than his k****s. And his k****s has always been intimate.

“I’m better now….” She whispered, at the same time wishing he wouldn’t stop, but she already has too much air.

He pulled back and looked at her again to confirm. Danika began dreading that he’ll get up now and go back to doing one of his kingly activities.

She wants him lying down right here on the floor of his chambers… She wants him to be with her, even for a few note minutes.

He pulled away from her body completely, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he laid down on the floor beside her and placed his head in between her brêasts.

Her arms felt like water, but she was able to raise them and wrap around his head. They cuddled that way.