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When the king laced his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Danika jerked at the tug of his lips on her body.
He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan, bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man has ever done this to her before, his mouth on her made her skin burn.
He let go of that nipple and to find the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard, and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue.
His mouth was wet, like silk, and he was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple.
She tried to keep her response in check but what he was doing to her, drew moans from her mouth and made her ache further to his mouth.
She didn't know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, her hand on the soft curls of his head as he suckled her hungrily.
She whimpe
1247 word(s)Published84He continued until raw arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements.She urged him back to the bed and avoided the freshly bandaged wound of the arrow but her hand covered the scars on his chest as she moved. It felt so good. This was so good.She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened and she found his intense blue gaze on her.She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, but intense heat, pleasure, and desire.He likes this. He likes it a lot.It was a heady sensation, knowing how she can make him feel like this. That she can give him pleasure. That she can erase the pain of the past from his eyes...even for a moment.
1178 word(s)Published85King Lucien woke up the next morning, having mixed feelings. Peace from a good night's rest, and pain from the wound in his chest.He was curled around Danika's small body, his arms holding her back to him, her breasts plastered to his chest.The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. Didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the man that haunted him even in death.Alone, he has no reason to keep being strong. To pull away from this soft body and start fighting the demons who lurked around waiting to devour his mind.He pulled his head back a bit to find the full softness of her breast and held it out to find her puckered nipple with his mouth.He laced his mouth on it and drew from her in gentle tugs.Shutting down all the thoughts from his hea
1087 word(s)Published86Oh, Danika, you can't get anything right. Now, you've made him angrier. She chided herself inwardly.Finally done, she got up and took the water and wet rag away. She took her time washing it and spreading it out in the rails of the big bathroom.It's like a small world in the king's chambers. Everything is in here, a person can easily spend months and decide not to meet the sun.That is how King Lucien made his chambers to be. The king is a private person who loves his own company more than anything. This chamber is his personal space...his personal world.When she got out of the bathroom again, he was clothed and seated behind his desk. She took a few seconds to herself to watch him.His hand scribbles effortlessly on the scroll, his hair a mass of curls around his head, his jaw set in a hard line, and his brows knitte
Name of this part: MY MASTER. MY KING.Subtitle: Her Love For Him Is Pure And Deep.SYNOPSIS..Once upon a time, a slave was a princess.Once upon a time, another slave was a prince.Once upon a time, the princess's father enslaved the prince and his people after killing his parents.After ten years in slavery, the prince and his people escaped slavery and killed the king who enslaved them.The prince took over the land again and became a king to his people. His name is King Lucien.Ten years in slavery by the king who hates him so much,King Lucien had the worst life anybody could ever have. He is a scarred king;A king who cannot father a child.A king with so much hate and pain in his cold heart.A king with demons.His past, his experience, his
1463 word(s)Published01Danika walked back to her bedroom after she left the king's quarters. She can't push these words he said to her away from her mind."Just for the evening, I will be your king and not your master."It made her heart light, just thinking about it. But then, her heart doesn't stay light for long.How did she allow herself to fall for him? She fell in love so deeply, it hurts just thinking about it.She opened the door to her room to see Sally sitting on the bed. She was sewing a dress, and at the same time, she seems to be in thought."My princess...!" Sally smiled at her as she saw her standing on the door.She tried to smile back but her smile came out shaky. Her heart was hurting too much...squeezing the life out of her chest.The smile disappeared from Sally's fac
1106 word(s)Published02What brings you here, Mistress?" Karandy asked, curiosity overriding everything else.He was kneeling before her. He can't stop wondering what the King's mistress is doing here. Visiting him.He isn't a privileged person, he is lowborn. The King's mistress shouldn't be anywhere near him at all, but here she is, in his small living room.She was looking around the house, but she looked in thought. Her big beautiful corset covered the floor she stood on, sewed with so much lace and glistening with diamonds.She smelled of money. Power. Privilege. Everything he has always wanted."Do you know the slave called Danika?" She asked him at last, her eyes coming to rest on his face.Just at the mention of her name, anger infused Karandy. Of course, he knows that bitch of a woman. That whore tha
1161 word(s)Published03"What do you think...!? Oh, what do you think, my princess....!?" Sally cried excitedly as she unwrapped the dress in front of her.Danika was dumbfounded at the beauty of the dress. The plain slave wears Sally went out of the house with, wasn't so plain anymore.There was silk sewn beneath it and laces outline the upper part of the red wear. "It is so beautiful, Sally!""I know, right!?" A huge smile was on Sally's face as she watched the dress too. Then, the smile fell. "I know it's nothing compared to the dresses you are used to though...""Don't go there, Sally. That's the past, this is the present." she took the dress from her, "This is the best dress I've had presently, I won't trade it for anything."The huge smile was back again on Sally's face. "Really? You really like it?"Da
1339 word(s)Published04The king closed his book and turned his attention to his mistress. "My slave does not manipulate me, Vetta. She has not been manipulative, and if she is, it is left for me to find out. I haven't found out, and so, it will only be an accusation you make without basics."He isn't believing her...!?"But, my king---"She began again."Let the subject drop." He ordered calmly, never one to raise his voice. He never has to.Vetta snapped her mouth shut, raging in her mind. He's shutting her out now? He wouldn't even listen to the things she has to say!"Your wish is my command, Your Highness." She bowed her head, biting her lips so hard to keep the words in.He picked up his book again and opened it. The silence stretched as he began going through the book again.Vetta h