The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 196

“I can’t, Danika. What about the baby?” Placing his forehead to hers, he g*****d in a pained voice.

“No, you can, My King. Please, I want to feel you again.” Her tone was shy, but passionate too.

“I can’t be gentle. I don’t know how to be. I don’t want to hurt our child.” Rubbing his swollen e******n at her sentisive clit repeatedly, his breathing harsh. He was trying to rein in control so badly.

She opened her eyes, so hazy with desire for him, he has never seen a more beautiful sight in his existence. “You can… I t-trust you, King Lucien.”

“Heavens.” The gutteral growl tore from his lips as the last of his fragile control shot to dust at the innocently sincere trust in her voice.

He has to have her.

Has to be gentle too, so he wouldn’t hurt his child. He does not know how to be that, but he will try his damnest.

He raised his head and looked down in between their bodies to the throbbing part of him seeking to find the entrance to her. His hands settled on her inner thighs and he spread her eagle-wide open to settle his larger body in between her small frame.

His eyes held her dazed ones as he began pushing himself inside her. She m****d low and throaty, her hand going to his h**s to steady him.

Groaning at the tightness that surrounded his hardness, King Lucien gritted his teeth to keep from shoving all the way inside her and possessing her body in the primal way the hunger was beating at him.

Instead, he kept pushing gently, feeling the incredible way her inner muscles reluctantly gave way for his invasion.

“My King…” Another m**n slipped from her throat, her eyes closed.

He leaned closer and took her mouth into a searing k**s as he pushed all the way inside her until he was buried to the hilt.

Danika cried out into his mouth, the burning sensation only mixing with the throbs of her release few moments ago. He kissed her long and hard, holding himself so still above her she could practically feel the effort it took him to hold still and allow her body to adjust to him.

“Move… Please,” she urged, wrapping her legs around his back to hold him more closer to her.

That seems to be all he wanted to hear because he began kissing her in earnestly as he pulled back almost all the way, and then pushed back into her.

In and out and in and out, he went for long minutes. Then, he pulled back and stared in between their bodies to the way her body enveloped his díck repeatedly.

She was so wet, she was dripping. The feeling was exquisite as her inner body milked him, he felt like he was drowning. Wanting nothing more than to let go completely and pound her body so hard until he fills her body up with his release.

Then, his eyes settled on the slight rounded bump of her four-months pregnancy, and it shaved off most of the animalistic urges. He slowed down his strokes until he glided in and out of her wet sheath.

Careful. He has to be careful with her.

“Oooh…,” She let out a throaty m**n that drew his attention back to her face. Her eyes was closed in pure ecstasy, her lips pursed, her breathed hitching and her face drawn up.

She made a picture of perfect enjoyment, it was so beautiful that King Lucien forgot all about his own pleasure and focused on giving her more. He kept working himself in steady long strokes inside her, listening to the beautiful music she played for him.

She arched up to him at each thrust, a pinched expression on her face, her arms wrapped tightly around her. Danika has never known pleasure that was never accompanied with pain in his arms, but in the darkness of this night, he gave her an undiluted pleasure with no hint of pain, she was lost in it.

With each stead thrust of his h**s, pleasure sizzled her body and the familiar compelling feeling began inside her. She was so close.

He lowered his mouth to hers and pressed warm and sweet against hers. Her heart fluttered and turned over like someone had set a jar full of butterflies free in her chest. He was exquisitely tender. So reverent that it brought tears to her eyes.

He has never been this way with her. She never knew he could be this way with her. It was so obvious that he wasn’t feeling the lovemaking, but he never increased his thrusts. He kept pleasuring her in such gentle rhythmical movements.

“Yes, yes. You will so good…” She m****d, mindless to anything else that what he was giving her, her arms clinging to his neck.

He kissed her lips and then started at one corner of her mouth and kissed his way to the other side. His tongue slid sensuously over her top and then bottom l*p and then gently slipped between to open her to his advances.

With a sigh, she acquiesced, and their tongues met, tasting each other, exploring. Advancing and then retreating. They performed a delicate dance, their tongues dueling, slowly at first and then faster.

Their breath came faster and was swallowed up, given and then taken back. They shared each puff of air, savored it before demanding more.

Suddenly, she tore her mouth away from his and cried out harshly as she flew over the edge. Her body convulsed under his, her hands holding him closer as she wailed in sheer ecstasy, tears streaming down her eyes.

Her o****m triggers his, and the King followed her off to the land where nothing but volcanic sensations sizzled and combusted into windwhirl, multiple colorful pinpoints of unbearably sweet feelings.

He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and erratic. Then, he rolled taking her with him.

His lips pressing gently to her neck, her sweaty shoulder, it wasn’t the weakness he felt. For the first time he felt complete.

She watched through drowsy eyes, tear falling from her eyes, her eyes stark with her emotions, and he realized she was just as vulnerable against him as he was feeling. She had opened herself to him from the start, and he never realized the depths of her feelings before until this dark night.

He leaned closer and kissed her tears. She began crying earnestly then at the gentlest unexpected movement from him.

Heavens interceded for her. Tears of huge relief wouldn’t stop falling, and he kissed them away. How did the seer manage to vindicate her?

How did Remeta manage it to the extend that he didn’t only believe her innocence, he also believed in the life they created together.

He kissed her cheeks. The corner of her eyes. Her forehead. He kissed every part of her face.

“Stop crying, Danika. It is not a sight I like. It is not good for the life you nuture inside you.” It came out a command, but she heard the gentlest softness she has never heard in his tone before.

She clung to him, nodding her head vigorously. Her body reacted heavily to the feel of his big body as she turned towards him and pushed closer to the shelters of his body until she pressed so close to him in a very tight embrace, she molded to him.

Her head on his chest, she breathed him in, basking in the very feel of him. Warmth encased her. She has been so cold for so long…this feels her coming home. And it is.

When she’d fallen sick in the dungeons, she’d thought it was the coldness of the cell. The unpleasantness of her situation. The hunger and thirst for food and water.

But now, she found out that it’s all of those and more. It’s her hunger and need for this man. Her crave for him. She’d missed him so badly.

This man who is so damaged. So broken.

Who has never smiled. Or laughed.

This man who has never had a reason to be happy.

Will the day come when I will ever see him laugh? Danika thought wishfully. Will the day ever come when I will ever see him so carefree and happy?

His hand reached between them to caress her belly. She signed into him, her body still humming from the satisfaction he gave her. Enjoying this moment and wishing it will last forever.

“Lucien.” He g*****d, his chest vibrating against her cheeks.

“Uhm?” She mumbled.

“In this place. In this room…with me, I want you to call me by my name. My name is Lucien.”