The Alpha King's Hated Slave

Final part: Chapter 19

King Lucien had never done anything like this before because he has never wanted to—mostly because he thought it a degrading act, like bowing to a woman.

But tonight he wanted to. With her, he wanted to.

He spread her thighs wide to seat himself fully in between her legs. His eyes held her confused and shy eyes as he lowered his head and kissed the very center of her womanhood.

Danika arched upright with a shocked gasp. She felt his lips on her most secret place again and she froze over.

“Relax, Danika,” he said, raising his head to look at her wide, terrified eyes. “Relax for me.”

The burn in her lungs made her realized that she had stopped breathing altogether. She dragged in air into her lungs, her cheeks flushing as she met his deep blue eyes.

“What a-are you doing?” She was afraid to ask, but she managed to. A shiver worked its way down her body.

The fact that she wasn't aware of what it was caused a satisfying feeling that was almost primal to course through his body. “What I would never do to another woman.” He lowered his head again and nipped at her abdomen. “It is what I never want to do with any woman but you. I have taken your body intimately a lot of times. Tonight, I will taste you in the most intimate way.”

Danika didn't understand, but her belly tightened with arousal at his words. What had he never done to another woman? She watched as he trailed kisses from her bellybutton down to the slight blond curls of her mound. His hands pressed her knees farther apart as he stared back at her. Brilliant dark blue eyes gleamed with male lust as he licked his lips a second before his head lowered and he licked her. She gasped in more shock than pleasure at what he was doing to her. He licked and sucked on the swollen nub of her womanhood, and the intimacy of it had Danika's breath coming out in short gasps. Flickering pinpoints of pleasure began filling her body. The more he sucked, the more the feeling increased until her moans filled the air. She lost the strength in her neck, and her head fell back on the bed, her hair like wildfire spread out around her head.

“Oh... oh...” Her hand gripped the sheets, tremors racking her body, her thighs trembling.

The king gripped them, raising them over his shoulders and successfully caging her as he licked her clit over and over again. Agonizing pleasure rushed through her as his tongue became an erotic whip. It lashed over her violently sensitive flesh, teased, prodded, licked and tasted every swollen inch of her pussy.

Her moans turned to soft erotic cries as her body absorbed every single thing he did to her, her eyes closed. She was in a land where nothing existed except whirlwinds of sensations. She felt his fingers caress her clit, playing and probing. His fingers were demons. Inside the gripping depths of her tight channel his fingers probed, the tips curling to reach a spot that had her hips arching from the bed and a strangled scream ripping from her throat. Not that it did her any good. He continued to torment her, devouring her in a sensual feast that soon had her begging, crying for mercy.

“King L-Lucien! I c-can't bear…” She became a stuttering mess, her brain short-circuited with the unbearable pleasure flooding her body.

“You can. You will,” he crooned. “I love the taste of you.”

She whimpered as his finger pressed firmly into the spot that seemed to have a direct link to her clit. It sent flares of sensation racing through the little bud as she gasped, fighting to breathe amid the pleasure tearing through her.

“You have this taste like honeysuckle,” he said. “And wild roses.”

“Please, God. King Lucien, I can’t…” she cried out as his fingers moved again, straightening, sliding nearly free then plunging inside her in one hard, fast stroke as his tongue returned to her clit. Shuddering waves of near orgasm raced through her nervous system, stealing her breath and leaving her hanging on a precipice of such intense sensation that she wondered if she would ever survive.

“You’re so sweet and tight,” he whispered before licking around her clit once more. “You’re gripping my fingers like a fist. Feel how tight you are, Danika.” His voice gravy and heavy with lust, his control almost slipping from his fingers.

Her body began a spring, shaking rhythmically to the cords of his finger and tongue, her head shaking from side to side. Her breath in loud pants. His fingers retreated, then in one slow, delicious movement slid inside her again. Danika could feel the sensitive tissue parting for him, milking at him as the sensual impalement left her shaking in her impending release.

“Please…” she panted, her fingers clenching and unclenching on the sheets.

This time, when his fingers entered her, his lips covered her clit and began to suckle it erotically. Strong, heavy thrusts of his fingers inside her, a twist of his wrist, the rasp of calloused fingertips against nerve endings flaming for his touch. And she erupted.

“King Lucieeeeen!!!” She screamed his name as she bulked and writhed against him, mindless to the sensations he evoked in her.

It was the first time he actually heard her call out his name, and it threatened to kill what was left of his control at the husky scream and sensual pronunciation of his name. He wanted her to say it more, he realized.

Her thighs gripped his head as her pussy gripped his fingers, her internal muscles spasming violently as the final barrier shielding her soul was washed away. Suddenly, she felt so bereft, she wanted nothing more than his body covering hers. Shielding, sheltering, all over hers. Reaching out with small shaky hands, she undid his robes and pulled it down jerkily, to free the warm, hard, thickness that was purely male.

“Danika,” he said against her shoulders, fighting his controls.

“Please…” She widened her trembling legs, pulling him closer until his body blanketed hers.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him—as much as he wanted his next breath. But an unfamiliar dreadful feeling he recognized as fear whisked through his mind. “I can't, Danika. What about the baby?” Placing his forehead to hers, he said in a pained voice.

“No, you can, my king. Please—I want to feel you again.” Her tone was shy, but passionate too.

“I can't be gentle. I don't know how to be. I don't want to hurt our child.” He rubbed his swollen erection at her sensitive clit repeatedly, his breathing harsh. He was trying to rein in control so badly.