Keane smirks when he feels my hips thrust into his cock, his skillful tongue tracing a path up to my collarbone and licking softly just under my neck. He skates his teeth across my skin and bites down hard, groaning when his hand reaches back between my thighs and feels just how ready I am for him again.
“Oh Alexis, you’re such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, thrusting inside as I’m rocked on the ground.
“Ancients!”
I cry out at his new and demanding rhythm, at each perfect pump of his fingers that is greeted by an even more heated suck of his lips on my neck. He takes both areas with such hunger that I don’t know if this second possession is for me or for him, one hand thrusting into me aggressively as the other tangles in my hair to keep my neck exposed. He keeps me pinned beneath him in a masculine possession, his movements quickly bringing me to the edge again as I rake my nails down his back.
Keane chuckles against my neck, knowing exactly where he’s leading me, then curls his fingers in that perfect spot until I’m crying out his name like a damn Ancients prayer.
“You’re glowing, Alexis.”
Keane stands over me with a smirk, looking down at my bare body below him.
I’m still laying on the plush black rug and smiling at nothing in particular, everything about my body absolutely humming. The tent for the most part is dark, but the fire from outside is creating a hazy ambiance inside as its red and orange flames lick over the man now standing above me. I smile at shirtless Keane and notice that he has a new pair of black pants on, his legs moving to the sides of my thighs as he reaches down and offers his canteen of water.
I lean up on my elbows and take the drink, my slip still scrunched in the middle of my stomach and revealing the full of my top and bottom to him. I take a sip and then reach for a strap dangling on my arm, lifting it over my shoulder to pull the fabric back over my chest. I move to do the same to the other but Keane is quick to lean down, his hand playfully swatting mine away as he tugs the first strap down and leaves me exposed to him yet again.
I laugh and shake my head at the Prince, watching as his brown gaze trails down between my thighs. He lets it linger on my flushed skin and looks on in approval, his head nodding at my sated body as if he’s proud of a job well done.
“You truly like watching me, don’t you?”
“More than you know, Alexis,” he murmurs.
He looks back at me with a glimmer of hunger, the look so raw in its desire that I shift heatedly on the rug. I quickly decide that I like this new look on him, the sincere look of longing that’s mixed with a genuine desire and lust.
“You leave your mark,” I note casually.
My fingers dart to my neck and chest with a grin, my skin both bruised and flushed in those areas from his claiming lips.
“As do you,” Keane’s eyes turn playful as he angles his shoulder in my direction.
It looks like I’ve left my own bruise on the top of his shoulder from where I bit down, and there’s also a few red lines on his back from when my nails grazed his skin.
“And you’re definitely not quiet,” he adds with a grin.
I look up at him for a small moment before asking, “does that bother you?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “never, Alexis. Scream my name as loud as you want. I could give a fuck who hears. So long as I’m the only one making you scream that way.”
I flush at his words and try to ignore that needy tug between my thighs again.
Ancients,I can’t get enough of him.
“But Golem?”
“Was for you,” he replies with a small smile.
He bends down to the rug with me and lands on his knees, his hands coming to the side of my head as he hovers over my body.
“I wanted you comfortable, Alexis, because I don’t ever want you to silence your sounds. Nothing will be stolen from me when it comes to you. Not your moans or your screams.”
Damn our promise under the Shadow Oak. I will take him right now.
Keane looks at me wickedly, watching as my whole body archs up for him in response.
“How did you know Golem could keep the space quiet?” I ask, hands falling on his strong thighs.
“My brothers and I would try to listen in on our father’s meetings when we were younger,” he smiles, “but any time Golem was with him it was like some barrier went up in the room and shielded the sound from within.”
