The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 269

“Making a new memory, my love.” Gray eyes looked up to him with a softness so blatant, “When you think of this place, think of this… When you see this place, see this…” Then, her head lowered and she took him deep into her mouth.

“Gods…” His díck sprang to life. It grew thicker and thicker as he watched her swirl her pink tongue around the head before slowly taking it into her mouth.

King Lucien sucked in a breath as the wet, warm mouth engulfed his phallus. He was hard. He was fully hard now. Suddenly, he was struggling to remember why he was trying to leave this place few minutes ago.

Just as he was about to pull her to her feet, she m****d around his length, looking blissed out, as if sucking him makes her high like the finest liquor.

“Danika, wait…” He stared at her flushed face as her eyelashes fluttered and lifted. Their eyes locked, her hand tightened at his butt.

Then, her eyes slid shut. She hummed around the díck in her mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking him with obvious relish, her mouth and tongue hungry—and by the gods, his insides has lit up. This place is wrong—so so wrong, he couldn’t stop it. He gave in, unable to help himself.

Groaning, he shivered violently, and had to gather the remains of his self-control so he wouldn’t roll his h**s.

He grabbed her bobbing head. Stop, he wanted to say, but she looked so completely relaxed, opening her mouth wider and looking at him expectantly. Waiting.

It dawned on him. She wants him to face-f**k her.

“Heavens, woman… You have any idea what you’re asking for?” His fingers buried into her hair, he griped the massive blond curls like a lifeline, trying to hold on to sanity.

It is proving so hard because this is Danika—the woman he wanted most in the world—kneeling before him with her mouth open. Willingly.

A small smile feathered her lips, “I might not be able to take a whip, but I can take this.” Looking him in the eyes, she whispered, “I want this, Lucien.”

His h**s jerked of their own volition, slamming back into the heat of her mouth. She gagged a bit, but then, she closed her mouth around his length and let out a long m**n. She was bloody loving it.

Her tongue trailed his scar from the base to the tip, drawing a long g***n from him as pleasure worked it’s way down his spine.

His h**s jerked again. And again. He couldn’t stop.

Soon, both his hands tightened on her hair and he was yanking her mouth onto his aching, throbbing dīck. He’d never been harder in his life; the feeling of her willingness, her hot mouth tight around him, the whisper of the night air around them and the sound of the surf of the river.

He thrust himself over and over, so deep inside her mouth, growls emitting from his mouth as he hit the back of her throat over and over again.

She gagged. Her jaw shook. Yet, she clamped him tight and swallowed. Twice.

He came with a roar—the first if it’s kind. His hands tightened in her hair, his thighs trembled.

For the first time, a release was threatening to bring him to his knees. His vision went dark around the edges, he kept spurting deep into her throat. She closed her eyes, milked him, and swallowed all of him.

It did bring him to his knees when it was all over, that brought him eye-level with her. His chest heaving and a smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, adjusting her head on his shoulder.

“Isn’t this place beautiful?” The hoarseness of her voice, a blatant reminder to what just happened here.

It disturbed him not, that she will see him at such a weak moment—he trusts her—but it does disturb him that she has this amazing skill.

“Where did you learn to do this?” His big body trembled, almost liquefied by what she did.

“You taught me. Whatever I know today is what I learned from you, my love.”

He relaxed slightly, pushing the ugly feeling like jealousy away. She is his. This is his woman here. A feeling like pride sizzled through him.

“Thank you so much for making this place beautiful, Dany.” His arm tightened around her.

“You’re welcome.” Her smile widened on her sensitive cheeks, “Well, you can remember that day you called me to your bedroom for a torture session where Chad had to teach me how to pleasure men with my mouth.”

“I hated that he was teaching you, even though I ordered it. He had to prepare you for pleasuring the Kings in Court to avoid more deadly punishments. But even as he was only following my orders—even as I hated you so much then—I still hated that he was teaching you.” He growled.

She felt the familiar kick against her ribs, her hand caressed her belly lovingly. “You gave me my first o****m on that day.”

“I remember. I remember having the insane urge to possess you after that session. I had to make you come for me.”

“I can’t believe it has been a year. Sometimes it feels like ages ago, sometimes it feels like yesterday. We’ll have to get up soon: in as much as I like this position, my knees are starting to hurt and our child is starting to protest this position.” She revealed, chuckling softly.

He released her instantly, helped her get to her feet. They kept talking as he arranged his clothings again.

They didn’t go back to the Kingdom right away. Instead, they picked some large fallen leaves from the ground and made a hay underneath the palmtree. Lying on it, they held each other while talking and telling tales.

In the sky, a small star twinkled with light, mischievously squinting like sly pearls that adores the dark blue night sky. Underneath this star and a silvery white moon, these two lovers laid in a leave-made bed so comfortably, shutting the world out and lost in each other.

It is a beautiful sight in a beautiful place like the River Sole.