“Leave it,” he commands, stopping his slow walk to stand in front of me.
His eyes finally leave mine, grazing down my proud shoulders to the curve of my breasts. His gaze lingers there for a moment before it travels down my waist, landing on the slit that rests dauntingly against my hip. My body ignites with every rake of his eyes, my heart pounding and screaming for him to take me.
“I will never forget this night, Alexis,” he states, brown eyes meeting mine again, “for as long as I live. The sight of you commanding the court,engagingthe court. You were a woman who belonged. Not just a woman of Knowledge but a woman of the Kingdom of Disce…”
I exhale sharply, “Keane.”
“You spoke to the Prince of Livyatan without fear,” he smirks, taking a final step so that his chest brushes against mine, “you challenged him. You challengedmefrom afar. And Ancients, it took every power in my being not to grab you in front of the court and make youmine.”
“Keane…” I whisper frantically, “touch me.”
He’s on me within a blink, his hands fiercely grabbing my face as he guides me back against the wooden bedframe. His lips land on mine in hunger, hands fisting in my hair as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and claims me relentlessly. His hips angle into my body and draw out a needy moan, everything about him giving me what he couldn’t tonight.
I bring my hands up to his hair and pull him down in pure desire, moaning again when he kisses me senseless. That cocky smirk comes out to play when my hips rock against his length, Keane thrusting perfectly in answer as his lips steal another moan. I bring my hands to his jaw and reach for that smirk, pulling back from our kiss as I trace my thumbs across the sensual red in a way I wish I could at dinner. Keane looks at me in a brief moment of confusion and tries to kiss me again, but I hold him steady and just out of reach, unable to take my eyes off him.
“I stared at these lips all night…” I murmur.
I feel his hands unfist from my hair before they slowly start to skim down my shoulders. Keane takes his time running them down the sides ofmy breasts before he follows every curve of my body, finally grabbing hold of my hips as he pulls me closer.
“I used to ask myself if you knew what your words and touches did to me…” I tell him, pressing my thumbs to his lips.
“You do,” I nod, “you always have.”
Keane groans when I bring a thumb to my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. His eyes widen as he watches me trace that thumb down my chin, my head tilting up to his gaze as my fingers start to skim sensually down my neck.
“But I can watch you watch me for a lifetime, Keane…” I continue with a small smirk, slowly moving those fingers to the swells of my breasts, “because I know that my words and touches have the same effect on you.”
His lips come crashing down on my neck,hard. I gasp and grab the bedframe behind me, my body arching into his as he rakes his hands up to the top of my dress and roughly pulls it down. The fabric rips to my waist without care, my naked breasts bouncing on another gasp before his hands dart back up to squeeze them. His tongue licks at the skin under my ear, his heated lips sucking and nipping as his fingers tug my nipples in a sharp tease.
“You’re trouble, Alexis,” Keane groans against my neck, “my kind of trouble.”
I moan and reach for his tunic, swiftly pulling it down his shoulders as his own hands release my breasts to shrug it off. I quickly grab his shirt and tug it aggressively from his pants, grinning when Keane grabs the back of it with one hand and pulls it over his head.
I see the fire in his eyes when he looks back down at me, everything about his gaze igniting my soul. Keane doesn’t hesitate to come at me again, and presses his lips against my collarbone before darting them down my chest. He lets one hand snake around my waist while the other grabs my breast and pushes it up to his mouth. His teeth bite down and make me throw my head back in a hiss, my hands searching for the bedframe behind me as I let it hold me up.
“Keane.”
I arch my chest for him, loving the way his tongue always soothes the sharp stings after his nips. Keane brings his hand that’s around my waist to my hip, his fingers grabbing the edge of the slit before he rips the cut even higher. He smirks against my nipple and fingers the lace panties against my skin, then tears them clean off my body.
“Keane!” I cry his name louder.
I grip the bed behind me for all I’m worth and close my eyes in pure ecstasy, trembling when he starts to grind his cock perfectly against my clit.
“I’m going to make you scream tonight, Alexis,” he promises, moving his lips to my other breast as he tugs my nipple into his mouth.
“I’m going to hear your pretty voice scream my name over and over so that you and I never forget the way our touch feels to the other.”
Dear Ancients, I’m so wet for this man.
I can feel the coolness dripping between my thighs from his words, can feel his fingers inching closer to where I need them most. His name falls from my lips in a desperate plea, my hips lifting towards his hand in pure, frantic desire.
Keane chuckles at the sheer wantonness of my body and skims a finger down my slit.
“Always, Alexis,” he groans when he feels me, “Always so ready for me.”
“Only for you,” I nod breathlessly, “show me what I’ve missed.”
“Fuck,” he thrusts his finger inside.
