The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 154

CHAD AND SALLY’S NIGHT.

The kìss Chad gave Sally was very tender, sweet. Her thoughts turned off as she was inundated by his touch. An insidious weakness invaded her system.

Her eyes closed and her body trembled as she felt light sips taken from her mouth. His lips moved to her cheek, up to her forehead, and then to her ear. He kïssed all part of her face reverently.

Her breathing fractured. Her hands slowly released their grip on her nightie, and moved to curl around his head. They kïssed for very long minutes.

His hand cupped her soft brêast, moving so that he could feel the nipple hard in his moist palm. “So beautiful.”

Sally tried to breathe normally, but she couldn’t. Her hand went to his broad chest and moved involuntarily over the hair-roughened muscles.

Her head tilted back, inviting his mouth.

He lifted her small body, she weighted almost nothing and he carried her to the bed. He felt fear that he might break his promise and hurt her. He didn’t want to, but he is a big man and she is a small woman.

He laid her down very carefully on the bed, like she was porcelain. And, he began kissing her again because he couldn’t help himself. He shifted her back onto the bed, sweeping the pillow out of the way.

He undressed her with slightly unsteady hands, she watched as he rid himself of his clothings too. Naked, he laid out on top of her and fused their lips together so that he wouldn’t look down at his body and get more scared.

He has scars, and Sally has seem them before when she unexpectedly came in on him when he was undressing. His scars makes no difference to him, just like hers made no difference to him.

Slowly, deliberately, he knelt between her soft thighs and pushed them wide apart. His black eyes stabbed down into hers. His breath was audible as he looked down at her with possession.

He began touching her intimately, he caressed her sensitive bubble, and she shivered in his arms. Her soft arms was wrapped around him, and she pulled him closer, their lips dancing to the music as old as time.

She m****d into his mouth as he rubbed her with slow, tender movements. Breaking their k**s, he pulled back and watched her reactions.

“You’re so tight, you feel like a maiden.” he bit off with a grimace. “I don’t want to hurt you but I’m afraid I’ll do that. You’re going to feel it when I go into you.”

“I love you so much, my husband. I really want to be with you.” she whispered feverishly and bravely, laying her head to his shoulder.

He wants to be with her just as much, but he was also determined to take it easy and as gently as he can. He kissed her hair, down to her forehead, her neck.

He lowered his head and took her rosy nìpple into his mouth. She cried out, her head thrown back. He sückled her rhythmically, loving her body so gently.

“Oh…” She sobbed in his arms as he treated her two gloves to the same treatment, while he touched and fingered her gently.

He was able to get a finger inside her wet sheath and he worked her with it until she soaked his fingers, writhing all over him.

“Please, please, I need you…” She cried mindlessly when she couldn’t take more, and she wanted more body contact from him.

He moved down over her, catching his weight on one elbow while his hand continued its maddening sweep against the moistness of her body. “I’m going to make you climax. When you do, I’m going inside you. Don’t want to hurt you.”

The blunt statement made her flush, even through the desire that was overwhelming her. Her lips parted on a shocked breath.

“I need you so much,” he whispered, bending to her breasts to k**s them again. “You make me complete.”

“You complete me too.” She confided shyly. She wondered if she could faint lying down. What he was doing to her body was like slow torture.

She opened her legs even more, coaxing him, as the pleasure began to build into something frightening.

Her helpless little cries of pleasure were arousing him intensely. His mouth opened on her breast and his tongue worked at the hard nipple while his hand became insistent on her body.

She was shivering rhythmically now, lifting her h**s to encourage him, incite him, to give her pleasure. Her head thrashed on the pillow.

“Chad…?” She gasped in fear, her eyes wide. What is he doing to her?

This must be what madam Baski means when she told her that it’s different, she realized with mindless pleasure. She has never felt anything so good.

She never knew women can feel like this in the arms of men because she has never felt that way. She only knew pain and torture from men, so this was really new and frightening.

He pulled back from her breast and kissed her forehead, “Trust me, sweet wife. My beloved… Just let go.”

Her hands gripped it on either side of her head. She m****d harshly, her teeth clenching, as she started up a spiral of incredible tension.

He lifted his head and looked straight into her eyes, feeling the tension build. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he bit off.

She could barely focus. Her body was lifting and falling with every throb of pleasure. She ached for something just out of reach.

Her mind was focused on the distant goal that was so very close. She gasped with every touch, her dazed eyes staring into his almost fearfully.

“It’s over to let go, my sweetness. I’ll be right here to catch you,” he whispered roughly, unblinking. His own heart was shaking him.

He felt his body throbbing with insistence. The words didn’t make sense, and then they did. She was reaching, reaching, almost there, almost…there…!

“Oh!” she cried hoarsely as her whole body suddenly convulsed on a wave of pleasure so intense she thought she might die of it.

“Yes,” he m****d. He withdrew his hand from her dripping wetness and moved suddenly over her, almost shaking with the urgency of how he needs her.

He got in between her and pushed down, impaling her.

Sally’s eyes glazed over, she felt the sharp intrusion, but the burn became part of the pleasure, part of the throbbing heat that shook her body.

His lean hands gripped her wrists and his weight crushed her into the mattress as his h**s moved roughly, his body penetrating in a fever of anguished need.

She stared into his eyes as she convulsed, seeing his face harden, tighten, his eyes like glittering black diamonds. He was groaning, his body shivering as the rhythm became insistent, urgent, fiercely demanding.

He bent to k**s her bruisingly, his breath mingling with hers in the anguished rush for fulfillment. His body was throbbing in time with hers, his powerful legs trembling as he drove into her.

He wants her too much. It hasn’t been easy, having her so close for months but unable to touch her. And now, she’s his forever. Tonight, he’d fought really hard for control and he won.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes at

point-blank range as the rhythm built to utter madness and the sound of the springs was as loud as their rough, frantic breathing.

Suddenly he arched down into her and stilled, his eyes wide and black as his lean body began to convulse.

“Sally,” he ground out hoarsely. “I love you so much,” he whispered unsteadily, holding her eyes while the world went blazing into oblivion.

The words made the fever burn even higher. She watched him as satisfaction shook him above her, his face clenched hard, his eyes closing finally in the maelstrom of passion that rocked his own body.

It was beyond imagining. She felt him burst inside her, felt the heat of their passion explode. He cried out and she watched until he blurred in her wide, shocked eyes.

She relaxed suddenly, feeling him impale her even farther as he drained the climax of it’s final weak throbs.

He collapsed into her arms, damp with sweat, shivering in the aftermath, as she was. She held him weakly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she moved involuntarily against his still-aroused body to hold on to the echoes of fulfillment that stabbed into her with exquisite little thrills of pleasure.

Oh yes, this is exactly what madam Baski meant. She signed out, her chest rising and falling.

He lay over her, feeling her body move. He was awed. No s****l experience of his entire life compared with it. He’d known so much horror and terror, this is an ultimate taste of heaven. He never expected it to be half this way.

He pulled her tired body into his arms. “Thank you so much, Sally.”

“No, I should be the one thanking you, Chad.” She whispered tearfully.

“We will just thank each other.” He g*****d, watching her sleepy eyes.

“My husband?” She whispered.

“Yes, my wife?”

“When you sleepwalk tonight or any other night, you can go around and come back here to my body. I will welcome you so much…” She breathed shyly, burying her face to his chest.

Chad felt his heart tighten in his chest. He can never deserve this girl, but he is never letting her go.

“I would want that too.” He g*****d hoarsely.