The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 200

Callan and Kamara kept kissing until they reached his bedroom, and he gently put her down. His mouth moved to hers, his hands lifted to her head and angled it slightly, and then sealed his lips over hers again.

He held her face, pushed his tongue between her lips, and began kissing her with devastating force. His tongue swirled around hers, came out, licked over her bottom l*p, his teeth grazing her softly.

Kamara gave herself up to him, she wanted everything he wanted everything he can give her. It began a duel dance of lips, the wind of the early morning wisp around them.

The glow of the bedroom due to the closed cotton by the window added to the intimacy she wished would never end.

They came up for air. He g*****d deep in his diaphragm and went back for more.

She sagged in his embrace, leaning against him, her brain separated from her body as he kissed her over and over again.

She didn’t know where she stopped and he began as she moved her hands over him, sliding under the tails of his shirt, running her hands up and over his naked back.

They kissed for a long, long time, his five o’clock shadow abrading her skin. She felt it, knew it should hurt, but it didn’t. She ran her hands around to his chest and up to his pectoral muscles until her hands covered his small, male nipples.

He ripped his mouth from hers and pulled her

hands away from his chest and held them tightly while he dragged oxygen into his lungs.

“Can’t do that, dearling. You keep that up, I think I will embrace myself.”

The soft endearment filled her heart with butterflies. Shocked, she sucked in a breath and went back for his mouth.

He allowed her access and lowered his lips

back to hers. It began again. Their tongues dueled, their arms entwined.

She m****d as her back touched the wall beside the bed, his body crowding her, invading her personal space in a way that left her more hungry for him.

“More… Callan, please.” She cried softly into his mouth, and he gripped her butt tighter, lifting her into him. She pressed against him and started undulating against him.

He ran his hand up the curve of her waist and

landed on a tight little nipple. He rubbed it over her dress and when he did, she gasped into his mouth and their k**s became wilder, wetter.

His hands were shaky with desire as he shoved he undid the ropes of her corset and shoved it down to release her twin globes. He took in her small, pale, naked breast into his hand.

He squeezed her nipple between his fingers, pulling at her, twisting her flesh until she was panting and pushing against him almost violently.

She broke her mouth free for oxygen and he spoke. “Release for me, dearling. Give it to me.”

Her head arched back, she cried out. He pushed his mouth back on hers and drank deeply from her while his fist clenched her butt rhythmically and his fingers caressed her creamy breast.

Kamara’s mind was numb and sheer pleasure took over her body. She pushed against him, needing it, needing him. She tethered the edge but was unable to fall over.

“Help me…!” She whimpered, her eyes pleading with him, glazed with desire so profound.

Callan’s hand left her butt and came around and pushed her petticoat up up up, until he was able to snake his hand under the big dress.

Sinking one long finger into her underthings, he landed on her glistening clit and began rubbing, swirling his finger over it.

She m****d as her back touched the wall beside the bed, his body crowding her, invading her personal space in a way that left her more hungry for him.

In seconds, she was mewling in his mouth, her h**s pushing against his hand. Then, she stiffened and came hard in his arms in panting gasps.

He held her tight, as pleasure beyond any

pleasure she had ever known hit her body full force. She splintered completely as the release ran through her.

Her mouth fell from his and her head fell to his neck where she took huge, gasping breaths of air while she slowly came down.

His hands slowly fell from her sweet spots

and his arms enclosed her completely. He held her tightly as his large body shook, trying to regain control.

He lifted her up and laid her on the bed. Her head fell on the bed, she was completely depleted of energy. When her breathing finally slowed, she watched him undress himself completely

Her eyes trailed his body appreciatively, he is such a beautiful man. Not too muscled to be scary—like the King of Salem, she conceded—but not lean either. He was powerfully built.

When he came down on top of her, she spread her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Suddenly, he stilled. His eyes lost the look of l**t, blanketed with fear and terror.

“W-What is it?” Kamara pulled up, her eyes gazed upon him, filled with concern for him.

Sweat pooled on his forehead, falling in rainy waves across his face. “I…I don’t know, but…”

“Tell me…, You know you can tell me.” Her hand patted his back.

He flinched like her touch burned his skin.

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Vetta came out of the palace gate.

The fresh air that caressed her body was supposed to be refreshing. And yet, it did nothing to lighten her black mood….