The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 218

Warm air hit her bare back when he pulled away from her, no longer leaning into her. His hand let go of her breasts and returned to her h**s where he held her to him.

Lucien can no longer hold onto his control. The small control left teethered the each of a cliff with each stroke inside her tight wet sheath…with each sweet throaty m**n she let’s out. He lost it.

Sound of skin slapping skin file the air. His strokes increased in pace, becoming faster and harder. Her pelvis pressed against the shelf, Danika braced herself when it dawned on her that he was no longer in charge anymore.

He slammed inside her over and over again, like he wants to bury himself inside her body and never get out. His fingers dug on her h**s persistently, holding her tighter and pulling her closer to him.

She bit her lips, knowing that she’ll be wearing his mark of possession again for a few days to come. But, the slight burning pains that followed his rough coupling did nothing to stop the pleasure, instead it was maximized to unbearable degrees.

“Oooh…!” The pressure was building up inside her with each thrust of his h**s. His breathing changed, his moves uncontrolled which told her that he’s right there on the edge too.

He pounded her fiercely, guttural g****s emitting from it with each thrust. A few more strokes more, he came with her name on his lips.

She followed him a second later, sobbing and panting as the tidal wave threatened to drown her completely.

She lost control of her body, of everything. Words flew from her mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you, love you so much….!”

The panting sobs were hard to make out but he heard it clearly, her body trembling so much he realized that she’s about to fall.

His hands caught her when she began sliding to the floor, pulling her to him and gently lowering them to the fur-covered floor of the library.

The furs protected her skin from the cold and the hardness of the ground. He pushed into her again, not wanting to part yet. A shudder worked itself through her body, she gasped.

He held her from behind while the world tilted around them. His orgásm was explosive, but it was nothing compared to hers.

The panted words reduced to whispers, her hands clutching his, she burrowed deeper into his body, allowing his body to blanket hers from behind.

She feels faint. Lightheaded. Safe.

King Lucien knew the exact moment she fell asleep in his arms. Her lax body so deeply burrowed into his, he felt her everywhere. Everywhere settled in silence around him.

He was still inside her body and he was not planning on pulling out. Instead, he leaned up and took in her face in exhausted sleep.

Strands of her hair plastered on her damp forehead, her long lashes lowered, covering her eyes. Nose so white and pointed let out soft even breathings. Her bow-shaped small lips…

So beautiful. He hovered over her, transfixed. Unable to stop staring, his eyes followed the rise and fall of her chest. So beautiful…and so mine.

He didn’t refute the thought, instead, satisfaction coursed through him. His hand settled on the swell of her belly, he leaned in and kissed her shoulder.

I love you, I love you, I love you, love you so much….!

The words remained the only voice in his head. Repeatedly, they replayed on his head.

All his demons and their voices abated him the minute he took her into his arms and began undressing her, and they did not return. Just her voice was there.

Movement in his hand pulled his attention back to her belly. His son was moving around visibly. His fingers followed each move. Just like a hide and seek.

His whole world centered completely on the woman sleeping in his arms, and his child inside her.

Thoughts of Vetta’s betrayal disappeared like the wind. Thoughts of his years in slavery no where near the library.

He fell asleep long after she did, with her panted words ringing in his ears, and his fingers on the last part of her belly where he felt his son move.

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When he woke up in the morning, the bright lights were coming in through the windows of the library. Danika was still asleep in his arms.

Gently, he pulled out of her, his eyes quickly inspected her naked body, he frowned slightly when he saw the red imprints from his fingers the night before.

It didn’t sit well with him that he bruised her skin because he was unable to control himself whenever he’s with her.

One year and two months. It’s been more than fourteen months since she became his, and yet he still looses his better senses and control whenever he’s with her. Why is that?

She has become a part of him, he wasn’t aware of, until today. Most of his conscious thoughts, when they are not about his people, are about her. Why can’t he get enough of her?

He turned and picked up his kingly garment from the table where she’d neatly kept it after folding it. He walked back to her and covered her with it to shield her nakedness.

Walking out of the library, he went to the bedroom and took a pillow from the bed. Footsteps soundless, he strode back to the inner room towards her and placed the pillow under her head.

She sighed and settled back into sleep.

Then, he got up and left the room, closing it softly.

He’d finished taking his bath. The two seamstresses were there, dressing him in his garment when a knock came at the door.

“It’s Baski, My King.” The familiar voice said.

He’d summoned her. “Come in.”

She entered and greeted him. He sent the seamstresses away. The older woman automatically walked behind him to finish where the seamstresses stopped, trying the robes of his garment to hold together.

“Danika is still asleep in the library. Tell the cook to make her breakfast, but she has to eat chicken broth and soup before breakfast, so that even if she throws up, you can have it mixed in her breakfast.

Tell Zariel to get two more men and stand guard at this door while I’m gone. Under no circumstances will they leave their posts unless Danika wakes up and safely leaves my Chambers.” He instructed commandingly.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Baski responded automatically.

Several minutes later, the King stood in front of Vetta’s dungeon.