“One of pleasure,” he smiles softly.
I sigh, “it’s not that bad, Keane, I promise. I’m immensely sore and tired, but the only pain is in my head. It hurts, but its bearable.”
Keane’s eyes flick down to my shirt, trying to spot any other bruising underneath the gold fabric. I know there will be a lot, especially around my arms and elbows, as those areas truly took the brunt of my falls.
“The room they found me in was frozen over,” I explain, “the ground was a thick slab of ice. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before… beautiful and cold, sharp and daunting. I moved too hastily in the moment, inmultiplemoments, and forgot about the slickness of the ground below me. I tried to break my falls, but what you’ll see next is a product of my own doing, nothing more…”
Keane watches my lips, listening to my words as I raise my arms slowly above my head with a wince.
“I’ll need help with the top, please.”
He brings his gaze farther down my body as his fingers grab the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up gently, knuckles skimming against my bare stomach, and moves the fabric over my neck as a small chirp greets the room in annoyance. He pulls the shirt over my arms and wrists before tossing it to the side, his eyes falling perfectly on my body as he takes me in.
I stand tall in front of him, unashamed of the clumsiness that marred my body, and watch as his gaze lingers between my legs before moving up to my chest. He takes a small step around me, his head darting to my back before his gaze follows my arms and elbows and then down to my rear. Ihear a small breath leave his lips before he finally moves to stand back in front of me, his brown gaze catching mine in deep desire.
“For how long?” he asks quietly, eyes piercing mine.
I shake my head in confusion. “I guess since I first fell in that room, so however long ago that was from now.”
Keane gives me a small smirk and moves closer, pressing his chest against mine.
“How long, Alexis?” he asks again, hands moving to the lace straps of my bralette.
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed,” he nods, letting his fingers move down the black. He traces the straps slowly to my chest and then tugs the lace away from the curves of my breasts. His thumbs gently rub over my nipples, the touch sending another shiver down my body as they start to harden for him.
“How long, Alexis?” he repeats softly, his brown eyes never leaving mine. Keane tugs at my nipples for an answer before cupping the full of my breasts in a needy embrace.
“Since you reached Gaumond?” he asks, squeezing perfectly.
I shake my head breathlessly and bite my lip, watching as Keane’s brows dart up in surprise.
“Before Gaumond?” he tugs my nipples harder.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Then for how long?” he demands, pinching down.
I close my eyes as desire rocks through my whole body, whimpering just a little when Keane releases his hold and lays his hands flat on my chest. He moves his palms up to my collarbone in a gentle massage, his fingers grabbing the straps at my shoulders before he pulls them swiftly down my arms. He keeps pulling until the fabric bunches beneath my breasts, the lace teasing my skin before he tugs it down to my waist.
I open my eyes to watch him, watch as the Prince of Disce places a knee on the ground before me and continues to slide the lace down my body. His other knee drops down, his head at eyeline with my naval as he pulls the bralette over the lace panties on my hips. With a smirk of pure lust, he pulls both pieces down my thighs, his gaze staying on my heated center as I shakily lift my legs to step out of the fabric.
“Fuck, I can stare at your body all day, Alexis.”
He moves his hands deliberately slowly back up the insides of my legs, his fingers teasing my skin and leaving bumps in their wake. I watch as his own eyes follow the path of his hands, the Prince enjoying his teasing touch and the way I move under his palms. Keane leaves one hand between my thighs while the other skims around to my ass, grabbing my rear softly in another massage before his eyes find mine with a wicked grin.
Dear Ancients.
The sight of him there, on his knees with a small smirk on his lips…
It’s going to send me to a release without needing another touch.
“How long?” he squeezes my ass again, eyes still holding mine.
His presses his thumb down on my clit and rubs, chuckling when I quickly reach down with a gasp to hold on to his shoulders. He drops that hand and lets two of his fingers skim through my folds, his fingers teasing until they push towards my entrance. The groan that falls from his lips is heavy with desire, his eyes coming alight as he feels the wetness waiting for him.
“I will never get over how well your body responds to me, Alexis,” he smirks, plunging his fingers inside.
