“I sat in front of Prince Yiannis Antanavicius of Livyatan without fear, and I refused to bow when requested...”
Keane nearly groans.
I take another step forward and feel his vibration under me, the magic heating the full of my body.
“I’ve never ridden so hard in my life...”
He nods again, his face intense and watching as I inch closer.
“And my body is the weakest it’s ever been. Every part of me is screaming and aching…”
I stop in front of him and put my hands on his chest, tracing the dried blood on his tunic with my fingers.
“But I couldn’t care less. Because you look good,damngood, covered in blood and soot and soil. It’s all sofuckingexhilarating.”
Keane’s lips are on mine in a force I’ve never experienced before, his tongue pushing into my mouth and claiming the words from my lips as if they were his own. His hand snakes around my neck and pushes Storm out of the way, the beast cawing in annoyance and flying off to somewhere in the stables. He pulls me into his chest and deepens the kiss, his tongue claiming every part of my mouth with an intensity that sends a fire straight to my core.
I press my body into his and grip the front of his tunic even harder, pulling him down to my height in raw passion. Every single part of me wants this man,achesfor this terrifyingly calm and confident Prince. My tongue clashes against his with the same force, both of our lips moving obsessively as if we can’t get enough.
I moan when Keane swiftly breaks the kiss and pushes the side of my jaw with his chin, planting hungry nips up and down my neck. He licks and sucks just under my ear, making me grind into his body as his hand quickly fists in my hair. He pulls my head to the side and continues to claim my skin with such a force that I have no doubt this time he’s purposely leaving his mark on me.
“Golem!” Keane yells into the stall, his head breaking away to turn towards the door, “silence the outside of this stall. No visitors.”
He drops a hand to my waist and pulls me flush against his cock, his fingers skimming my backside before they cup just under my ass. He swiftly lifts me up and pushes me against the stable wall, the rough wood at my back and Keane’s length thrusting into my front making me gasp in a heated frenzy. I wrap my legs around his torso and moan when he thrusts again, feeling no shame when I start to rock into his hard cock without abandon.
Keane’s intense gaze lands on mine, both hands quickly making their way to the front of my cloak as he keeps me pinned to the wall with his hips. He pushes the fabric away from my body and then tears the green velvet down my back and arms, leaving it hanging from my waist without a care in the Old World. I hurriedly lift my hands when he reaches for my waistband and starts tugging on my shirt, pulling it up over my body before he throws it to the ground. His hungry gaze lands back on my breasts and the black lace caressing them, the look in his eyes so strong that it sends a shiver down my spine.
Keane takes a small step back and guides my legs to the floor, his hands landing on my hips in a possessive hold as he continues to stare. I groan in frustration at the lack of his body on mine, but the sight of his eyes still fixated on my chest has me smiling all the same. I push my back into the wall and arch my breasts better for his view, slowly bringing my fingers to the bottom of my torso before I skim my palms up my bare stomach.
I grin, loving the way his eyes follow my every move, and stop just under the bottom lace before cupping my breasts fully. Keane groans at the sight, his hands squeezing my hips even harder, and watches as I bring my thumbs and forefingers up to my nipples and tug on the hard peaks until I’m moaning.
“Take it off,” he commands.
I nod and do exactly that, reaching up to the straps resting on my shoulders before I start to pull them down.
“No,” he shakes his head, “slowly, trouble.”
Keane’s attentive gaze has me wanting to give him anything he needs. I nod again and slowly pull the straps down my shoulders, letting them hang there for a moment so I can tease my nipples again. Keane grips my hips harder and thrusts between my legs aggressively, rubbing his thick cock back and forth against my clit as his eyes focus in on my fingers. I pinch my nipples once more and then reach for the straps again, pulling until the lace slides down my breasts and falls to a bunch around my waist.
“This,” Keane groans, watching as I bring my hands up my naked body and give my breasts a hard squeeze, “thiswill be the death of me, Alexis. Not a Leviathan, and not anything else in the Old World. This.”
“No, Your Highness,” I shake my head with a sensual smirk, “thiswill be thelifeof you.”
Keane’s hands release my hips and hit the wall above my head, his full body quickly pressing into mine.
“Say it,”he breathes.
I squeeze my breasts harder and look into his brown eyes, smiling as I shake my head in answer. Keane pushes his hips into mine more forcefully in response, scowling when I give him a knowing smirk and tug on my nipples again. I rock my clit against his length and trail my hands down his body, surprised when he doesn’t try to stop me when I reach his waistband.
“I told you where I wanted this the next time I had you,” I remind him, dipping my fingers beneath the fabric.
Keane groans and angles his hips forward, thrusting his cock straight into my hand. I grip him tight and run my thumb over his head, smiling when a drop of precum leaks out.
“Alexis…”
“Keane,”I taunt.
His eyes narrow when I slowly start to lower my back against the wall. I drop to my knees, hands reaching up to his pants before I pull them down. Keane curses when I look up at him from below, his brown eyes blazing in desire as I take in the sight of him.All of him.
