The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 197

Danika woke to a tug on her brèast, a hand caressing her body, and a body moving against hers. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, she stared at the King who’s mouth was on her breast, his hand caressing her sides.

“Good morning, My King.” She whispered, her eyes reaching automatically for the hourglass on the table at the far end of the room. It’s almost dawn.

“Mmh.” He g*****d, his eyes closed in what clan almost be interpreted as bliss. His hand trailed from her ribs back to her other breast and he began twerking her nîpples.

She m****d, her body going hot under his ardor. She felt wetness in between her legs as he caressed and sucked from her. His body shifted, and she felt his body ready and erèct to take hers.

He let go of the puckered nub—red from his attention—long enough to raise her leg around his waist and settled himself against her womanhood. Lying side by side, his hand holding her thigh, he buried himself deep inside her welcoming body in one swift movement.

Danika cried out, her eyes slipped closed at the incredible feel of him inside her. He adjusted himself so that he’ll take back the puckered nipple into his mouth as he began some steady strokes inside her.

She felt every tug of his lips where his phallus was taking possession of her, the pleasure sizzling through her body like electricity. She hissed and sighed at each hard suction.

He lifted his head, “Am I hurting you…?”

She shook her head. His mouth on her swollen sensitive breasts produced a lot of feelings, but none of them is pain.

He lowered his head again, pulling out and thrusting into her over and over again.

Clinging to him, she runs her hands all over him from his short soft curls down to his neck, his broad shoulders, and down his back.

She touched him everywhere her hands could reach, before she settled them back to his neck holding his head to her breast.

He set a pattern; thrusting and drawing on her nîpples with his mouth and fingers, pulling back and tugging on them. Thrust, suck, pull, tug. Thrust, suck, pull, tug.

It didn’t take long before she hissed out harshly as she fell over the edge, her breathing erratic and her body trembling softly against his own.

Just like the night before, her o****m triggered his as her body gripped his dìck tightly, squeezing and causing him to g***n out loud as he soared above the mountains with her.

“Danika…” He breathed as they clung to each other. Her body milked his dry. Pleasure became a common language between them.

She bulked and whimpered when her body became oversensitive, and she couldn’t take anymore. With a deep breath, her body went lax on the bed.

Gently, he pulled out of her body and laid back on the bed. Danika laid there, her heart soaring and her body singing.

What a beautiful way to wake up from sleep.

She smiled dreamily as she watched him get up from the bed and walk gracefully to his wardrobe. Her breasts ached from his long attention to them, but it only made her smile more.

She has never seen him as relaxed as he looked while he sorted through his clothes. His eyes found hers on the bed, “Angie will come later in the day to take a look at you.”

“Okay.” She whispered in response.

“I have to be in court today, but I will not stay for long hours. I want us to go for a walk, it has been so long…” The way his eyes glazed over, as if he was remembering the memories of their walks together.

“I will like that so much, My K—Lucien.”

He nodded once before he turned and entered the bathroom.

Danika knows it’s time to wake up and go back to her bedroom, but for the life of her she can’t bring herself to move her body from where she is.

Yesterday, she woke up in a cell with her life hanging on a thread…and today, she woke up in the King’s bedroom. Several days ago, she wakes up with a heavy heart worrying herself to death on how to make the King understand that she’s carrying his child without risking her life, and today, here she is….with all her secrets out.

A smile was on her face as she fell back to sleep.

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Callan was pondering on his dream the night before as he broke the huge wood before him to pieces. The sound of wood cracking was heard as the wood broke to several parts.

Dropping the wood, he picked up the pieces and joined them with the other firewoods he’d broken before. As he repeated this process all over again, his mind kept whirling.

What was the secret? Who was that woman that left him for death? Who was he?

No matter how he squeezed his eyes shut, his head remained blank. If only he can remember even a small but—

A knock jolted him out of his thoughts. He let go of the axe, it fell to the ground. Reaching for his jacket, he picked it up from the tree he hanged it and fixed his arms into them.

Then, he turned and walked into his house, straight towards the door. He pulled it open, and a lightness spread over his insides at the feminine figure that stood behind the door in a hood.

“Hi…” Princess Kamara whispered as she pulled the hood from her head, revealing blond hair so wavy and long they danced down her back.

“My Lady.” He stepped aside for her and she entered into his house. He closed the wooden door closed and turned towards her.

She looked flustered, her cheeks red from cold. She dropped a bundled-wrapped cloth on the table before the turned to him. The way she rubbed her hands together confirmed his suspicious that she was feeling cold.

“I hope I’m not invading—” she began.

“Just one moment, My Lady.” He walked past her towards the fireplace. In quick swift movements that were almost too eager and probably embarrassing, he set some woods and lit the fire.

“Please, come closer and keep warm, My Lady.” He gestured to the fireplace.

A blush spread through her cheeks, her heart fluttering in sheer bliss at his kindness and thoughtfulness for her.

“Thank you…” She walked closer until only a few feet sperated her and the cracking fire. Her body brushed against his.

Declan noticed the slightest movement, and longed for more. After he’d kissed her several days ago, he’d been unable to get her out of his mind.

When he wasn’t trying to recall his identity, he was thinking of her.

“Does your father know…? That you were coming to see me, I mean?” He added in a rush when her eyes found him.

She shook her head like he expected.

“Oh…” He scratched the back of his head, licking his lips nervously. Her presence always turns him to a nervous mess.

“I-I can leave if you’re uncomfortable with it, I didn’t know what I was thinking when I came over here. I wanted to spend more time with you and I—”

“No, no, no, please don’t go.” His voice cut off her tirades, “I don’t want you to leave, I was just…glad that you would evade your father just to come and see me.”

“Oh…” It was her turn to scratch her hair, before she dugged her head shyly.

Her nervousness made him brave to ask the next question in his mind “And you want to spend the day with me…?”

Kamara cleared her throat, and nodded twice. Her brown eyes fluttered up to meet his blue ones, “Yes. I want to spend the day with you.”

Happiness. Callan recognized the alien feeling that followed her response to be happiness.

He was never felt his way since he woke up in a trash site without a single knowledge of who he is.

This woman is wrong for him in every way. She is Privileged, and he is a Low-born. She’s a Lady, and he is a blacksmith and a woodcutter.

She is wrong for him in every way, and yet, he couldn’t stop himself as he reached out and pulled her to him in one swift movement.

Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself as his lips found hers searchingly.