The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 283

FOURTH TO FINAL EPISODE; Part 1.

Name: Night For Lovers.

Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara laid down in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace, for the first time in a long time.

Her Callan—no, Declan—is no peasant after all, but a Prince. The knowledge is going to take some time getting used to.

At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Declan stood at her door. He was dressed in a white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at the front.

Her heart fluttered. The temperature of her bedroom seems to have dropped as her eyes met his.

“Declan…” She has no idea what she wanted to say, only that he was too far.

“I think I’m finally ready to take what belongs to me, My Lady. I’m ready to make you mine,” His cheeks went ruby, but his eyes held hers, “If you are ready…”

Her hand stretched out in beckoning of him, “I have been ready for a long time, My Prince,” a small almost-shy smile followed the pronunciation of his entitlement.

“No, please call me Declan, My Lady.” he responded with a smile of his own as he closed the distance between them, “I like hearing my name on your lips.”

“Declan. But, I want you to call me by my name. Not My Lady, not Princess Kamara…I do not have a status higher than yours.”

He reached closer to her, his eyes landed on her small pink lips, “I love calling you My Lady…” he lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Her eyes slid close. “Declan…” She breathed out.

He pulled back. She opened her mouth to say a word, he simply bent and covered it with his own. At that moment, everything else fell away.

Nothing else mattered but him and his k****s. It was unlike all the other k****s they’ve shared before. It was scorching and it was raw. It ignited like the flame she was.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, sweet and demanding, the hot slide of it making her gasp. Princess Kamara tipped her head back against the wall to deepen the angle, letting him take whatever he wanted, then taking in return. Exploring the heady, alcoholic flavor of him as the rest of the world fell away.

He climbed the bed without breaking the k**s, and undressed her out of her nighties—pulling back a bit, just the get the flimsy gown above her head and out of the way.

In turn, she undressed him too. Untying the knots that held his robe together until everything came undone. Slipping it from his shoulders to reveal hard muscles and smooth skin.

Declan bit off a curse as her soft dainty fingers caressed him. His mouth crushed back on hers, this time the k**s was harder and deeper.

“Declan…” She m****d against his mouth, unable to keep the need inside, “Declan… Please…”

His fingers trailed down her neck over the achingly sensitive tip of her nípple, sending electricity jolts through the Princess’s body. Then, he pinched them, and she g*****d aloud because it hurts and yet it feels so good.

He laid her down on the bed, breaking the k**s to get a really good look at her naked form. “You are beautiful, My Lady.”

The Princess’s cheeks turned the deepest shades of red at his hungry eyes looking at her everywhere. When her eyes which were on his incredibly masculine body slid even lower, a gasp tore from her lips.

Her eyes flew back to his face, her cheeks hotter than ever. “Oh…”

Declan chuckled hoarsely at her reaction. “Worry not, my beautiful princess, I will not hurt you.”

It isn’t the first time she is seeing him naked, but it is the first time their intimacy will become more…intimate. Will he fit? She swallowed tightly.

Seeing the fear that almost clouded the hunger in her eyes, Declan proceeded to do something about it. Kissing her passionately, he began touching her breasts again.

He stroked her, squeezed her aching flesh, pinching her nipples, his mouth leaving hers to trail down her neck in a series of small, precise bites that made her shudder and shake, a tree blown by the hurricane that was surrounding them. She was moaning now, everything else forgotten apart from what he’s doing to her.

Then, he lowered his head and replaced his hands with his mouth. Kamara cried out, her hands up to his shoulders, her nails digging in, clutching him as suckled from her in hard tugs she felt blatantly in the secret place in between her legs.

“Yesss…. y-yessss, oh Declan…!” Her head thrashed on the bedding, her eyes squeezed shut.

His hand slid lower, trailing down from her breast lower…. much lower…until he cupped her womanhood. Then, he began touching her intimately.

Someone was panting. Her. And she was moving helplessly, grinding herself against his searching finger, wanting more friction, wanting to ease the terrible, relentless ache that gripped her.

“Heavens, I need you so much. I can’t wait any longer…!” Declan rose over her as let out between his teeth.

She parted her legs for him, he settled in between her soft thighs, his hands holding one creamy thighs while the other one guided his thick length to the entrance of her body. Then, he stiffened.

The instant he tense, her eyes opened filled with desire, love and hunger for him. She saw the horrible memories in his past right there in his glazed eyes, in the stiffness of his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Declan. I’m right here…” She whispered, her arms going around his head to pull him down for a passionate k**s filled with her love for him.

“Kamara…” His voice hoarse. Pained. Uncertain.

“Yes, it’s Kamara. It’s Your Lady right here with you. Not Mombana. Not those monsters. It’s me… And we’re in Salem. In the palace. In my bedroom…” She kissed every corner of his face she could get her lips on, “You’re in my bedroom… On top of me… And, I can’t wait to f-feel you inside me.”

Her words did it. With a g***n, he plunged into her.

The princess cried out as the blunt head of his shaft breeched into her body, pushing through the tight sensitive folds, hard, hot and big. Heavens, so big.

“The Gods, you’re…tight…!” He g*****d in a strangled voice, pleasure oozing through his body in overwhelming waves.

“It burns,” The words tore from her, so uncomfortable, she feels on fire. She breathed through her nose—short, shallow, breaths. “It hurts,” she managed out.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, heavens…you feel so good, dearling.” Declan gathered all the control he could muster and held himself still to give her time to adjust to him. It was his turn to k**s all over her face, down to her neck. “So sorry…”

His hand went in between them, he started rubbing the bundle of nerves there. He didn’t stop until the stiffness left her body and she was moaning low on her throat.

“Okay?” He kissed her sweaty forehead.

“Yes,” she let out a m**n, “Yes, my love…”

He began moving inside her. Slow, sensual movements that drew low throaty m***s from her throat.

They were touching, kissing. He kept pushing, stretching her, making her feel the burn of it, making her internal muscles clutch around him as if she were ready for more and not lying there overwhelmed by the most intense feeling of her life.