I nod and head towards my armoire, remembering the black bed I saw when I visited the royal family’s wing with Desmond.
“We’re not meeting on the fourth floor, are we?”
“You’re familiar with it?” he asks curiously.
“Barely,” I shake my head and look at my clothes, “I’ve only been there once. With Desmond. He brought us to your father’s study for a meeting when he told us of our travel to Pyre.”
“I see,” he replies, “no, we will not be meeting there.”
My hand tenses on a satin gold top. The way he said that last word… as ifthereis place he didn’t want to be.
I grimace at the tone but store my curiosity for another day. As much as I’d like to delve into why I’ve only seen Keane in Bardot a handful of times in my life, that question will have to be saved for another time that isn’t already ripe with more unanswered questions. Instead, I focus all of my attention on the satin shirt in front of me that I’ll wear to greet the King.
Keane’s arms suddenly wrap around my waist from behind, and for the first time ever, I’m not taken by surprise by his Discerni speed as my mind remains too consumed by what lays ahead. He squeezes my hips and presses me back into his chest, his lips falling down in a soft kiss on top of my head as I close my eyes with a sigh.
“Should we ease this tension from you, Alexis?” he whispers into my ear, hands dipping down to my thighs. His rough palms skim over my bare skin before they work their way back up under my robe.
A shuddering breath escapes my lips.
“I need the tension,” I shake my head.
“Hmm,” he kisses me again, “are you sure?”
Am I?
I don’t know.
I do know that I can feel myself battling between anxiety and new excitement, thoroughly knowing that Keane can help ease the worries that are clamoring in my head. I can feel my body aching for him already, desperately wanting to feel his touch and the pure triumph that will happen when he brings me to ruin.
“You need this...” he whispers, hands spreading my legs wide as I sigh into him again.
Perhaps I do. Anything to take my mind off the inevitable.
Keane moves his fingers past my center and skims my stomach, grinning when I tremble and arch my back into his chest. His fingers lightly trace over my nipples through my night slip before taking the full weight of my breasts into his palms, his hands kneading and squeezing in a relaxing way that I’ve never felt from him before.
“Keane,” I sigh softly.
“Alexis,” he smirks my name, then nips down on my ear.
I gasp at the small sting and flush my ass back, feeling his hard length waiting for me as I tilt my head for his lips. Keane’s tongue darts out before he nips down on my neck, one of his hands leaving my breast with another squeeze before it circles up around my throat.
“This tension is mine,” he squeezes softly, “your worries are mine.”
A soft moan falls from my lips, my body heating at the way he demands that I surrender to his hold. I grab his hips behind me and nod in agreement, thoroughly wanting him to just take control.
“It’s yours.”
Keane grins against my neck, his lips and tongue moving in a way that is meant to leave a mark. He tightens his hand around my neck and reaches the other for the front of my robe, his fingers casually pulling at the knot in the front before he loosens the fabric. I feel it drop away before he gathers the bottom of my night slip and exposes me bare.
“I want you to watch me, trouble. Watch how your body comes alive for me.”
I groan and glance down, seeing his thumb land on my clit before he starts up a calm torment. He lets two of his fingers gently slide down myfolds, his hold on my throat loosening just slightly so that I can watch everything he’s doing.
“Fuck,” he breathes in my ear, “so hot, Alexis, so wet.”
I moan when he teases my entry, fingers gliding through the wetness that always waits to greet him.
“So willing,” he thrusts inside without hesitation.
