The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 266

As much as this night will hurt on the morrow, Queen Danika beamed at him again, her smile so wide, it made her beautiful face radiant. “Okay.”

Her smile is so contagious, the King wasn’t aware that his face is doing something it hasn’t done in the past fifteen years of his life.

His lips stretched—not as wide as hers—but enough for the onlooker to recognize it for the smile it is.

“Okay.” Then, he carried her towards the bathroom.

Heavens, he smiled. It isn’t much of a smile but it is something beautiful, Danika thought, her heartwarming up like the hills under the sun.

He urged her to strip, he stripped out his wet clothes too. Together, they got under the waterfall of the bathroom made out of the best woods and oak. The water beat down their body as they washed.

Her eyes kept roaming all over him, her hands touching the hard contours of his body occasionally just to keep convincing herself that this night is real. That he is here with her.

At a point, he got out of the bathroom, leaving her in there. She heard the distinct sound of the door opening, the deep baritone of commands issued out, and the sound of hurried footsteps.

It took a while before he returned back to the bathroom.

“How does it feel being the Queen of Mombana?” He asked.

She feels the heat of his body behind her back and settled her head on his shoulder. “Stressful. I am happy that I got this opportunity to make amends to my people for what my father put them through too, but at the same time, I feel the stress of all the duties that come with the crown. It weighs down on me like a heavy burden.”

“I know that feeling.”

“Yes, I know you do.” She closed her eyes slightly while the water cascades down her body.

“I don’t want to be a sole ruler of this place where all the burdens and duties fall squarely on my shoulders. I want to rule beside a King.” Beside you. She caught the word before they could escape her lips.

“It is not possible for a Queen to rule a Kingdom alone, it is against all laws and traditions. That is why your people are making efforts to desperately marry you off.” The last part was an angry growl. He remembered Lord Riverbird.

Instinctively, she turned towards him and wrapped her arms behind his head.

“We agreed not to think about all these tonight. Please, let us not think about them at all.” Her heart hurts because this thought only reminds her about his impending marriage too.

Silence.

Then, he hugged her too. “You’re right.” He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her ear. Then, he whispered words to her ear. “I want to have you too much, Dany. Now. It has been too long, the hunger too high. I am almost sure that I will not be able to last long enough to satisfy you.”

“You don’t have to. I-I miss feeling you inside me,” she admitted, a faint flush stroking the cheek she buried at his neck, “Every night…so far away… It was like torture.”

Her hand lowered and caressed his hard aróusal, “Take me, Lucien. Now…”

He needed no further urging, instead, he dipped his head lower and took her lips into a k**s that dragged a satisfying m**n from her throat as her fingers dug into his back.

The k**s began so slowly and dragged on…but with each mating of their tongues together, their heated passion-fueled like molten lava until he was practically devouring her mouth with his.

She matched his passion, sucking his plump lower lips and thrusting in her tongue to meet his. Her breath, husky and shorter.

His hand found her between her legs and a g***n rumbled from deep inside his throat at the wetness of her dripped so much, she coated his fingers. His desire spiked to unbearable degrees, his control teetered at the edge and urgency rode him hard.

Tearing their lips apart, he turned her so that she is facing the wall. Her hands held the attached rails in front of her and gripped tightly as she felt him come up close behind her.

King Lucien held her plump àss cheeks, he kneaded them steadily, groaning at the soft texture of her skin and the plumpness in his hands.

Then, he spread her cheeks apart, lining himself up poised at her entrance. He plunged into her.

“Yes,” She let out a strangled m**n, her eyes squeezing tightly shut at the fullness of him weighed inside her.

It took everything in him to hold himself still, giving her a few moments to adjust to him, while he peppered k****s down her throat, her neck, and upper back.

“Ready?” He g*****d, his breathing erratic.

Queen Danika nodded her head vigorously.

“Thank Heavens.” He pulled back almost to the tip and thrust back in measured strokes, over and over and over again.

With each stroke, his desire only spiked higher, he began taking her in long hard strokes. She cried out with each thrust of his h**s, pushing back to meet every one of his thrusts passionately.

Water bathed their body as the lovers strained together in the passionate coupling, their cries mingling with the sound of the water and the movements of their bodies.

His hands were everywhere; her àss, her h**s, her swollen belly, her breasts. He kneaded the plump bosom and squeezed when he increased his thrusts as he felt his release rushing up to him.

He came with a guttural g***n, his h**s moving relentlessly. But, he underestimated how badly she wanted him to because she cried out shortly after he did as she fell over the edge.

“Lucien…! Yes, dearling, yes…!” She cried, her back arched.

“Heavens, Danika, you feel so good.” His hands clutched her to him as warm jets of his release spurted repeatedly inside her. Her body gripped his phallus as he rode out his release inside her.

She sobbed, her body trembling underneath his. The pleasure she feels so overwhelming, it was highly ecstatic.

Then, they collapsed in each other’s arms. Their breathing heavy as they clung together.