“No,” I take a deep breath and wrap a foot carefully behind his ankle, “that’s how much I frightenedhim.”
I yank on our boots and pull his leg out from under him. Keane’s eyes go wide as he loses his balance, the Prince stumbling back for a brief moment as I quickly run for the blade he left on the ground. I grab it and turn around, pointing the green agate at the future King of Disce as my heart nearly leaves my chest.
“Come with me or leave me be, Keane,” I tell him, taking a slow step to the door.
Keane’s eyes dip to the green agate in my hand and then back to my face, his eyes fully alight and definitely telling me that he wants to do this right now.
“No,” I shake my head in desperation.
I know that look in his eyes, canfeelthat look in his eyes. It’s tugging at me in all the right places.
“No. Don’t look at me like that.”
Keane raises a brow as I take another step towards my door. I hastily reach back with my free hand and grasp the handle, pulling it slightly ajar.
“I’m going to leave now,” I say quietly, “I’m going to leave and take a walk to the Bell Grove, as is myright.”
“You have no rights today, trouble,” he grins at me, eyes darting across my face and then to the blade in small wonder, “as you said,the castle is in mourning, and we are all still in lockdown. You will not make it out of the front doors without my permission.”
Keane takes a strong step forward with his words. I raise my dagger high and angle it to his incoming chest, pushing the blade into the fabric above his heart as my own beats uncontrollably.
“What are you doing?” I glare at him.
“Currently,” he looks down at me in desire, “not you.”
My body turns to fire.
Keane’s hands are a blur of motion, one closing the door behind us while the other moves swiftly to the back of my neck. He pulls me in for a kiss with a savage groan, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as my dagger clatters to the ground below us. He kisses me knowingly, knowing that I would never hurt him and knowing that there was never anything I can do to stop him. And when he reaches out to grasp my waist, I moan into his kiss and let him take advantage of the flames coursing through me.
What happens next is something I can only blame on the desire clouding my mind. Keane moves so heatedly that I just can’t keep up. I can’t keep up when his arm moves around my waist and he angles us down to the floor. I can’t keep up when my back hits the hard stone with a moan, his lips releasing mine only to sear kisses along my jaw. I can’t keep up when both of his hands reach for my riding pants, the fabric pulling with a force down my legs as he groans at the black lace there. Everything about him is too intense. I just can’t keep up.
Fuck.
He’s going to take me here,now.
Our promise of not touching eachother be damned.
Keane moves his hands roughly to my shirt, pulling it over my head. He tosses it to the side and then rips the lace of my bralette in the same movement, his mouth descending on my nipple as he bites down hard. My hips flush into his, back arching as his name falls from my lips like a curse and a prayer. He swiftly brings a hand down to the lace between my thighs and tears that right off as well.
I’m shaking at the intensity of him, at the pure and raw hunger that is commanding his movements. His mouth on my breast is claiming me, his tongue moving my nipple between his lips and biting down again until I’m pleading for more. He moves a hand to the back of my head and fists my hair, his other gripping the inside of my thigh as he aggressively spreads my legs apart. He brings two fingers to my clit and starts rubbing perfect circles, my hips lifting off the ground once again.
I curse his name in lustful anger, angry at how easy it is for him to command my body. He’s too good.Fuck, he’s just too good.
The ground below me begins to tremble, sending vibrations against my back from the cool stone. My body begins to move under his in wanton need, everything about me aching for both his mouth and his fingers and demanding that he doesn’t stop. Keane dips his fingers from my clit with a grin and shoves two inside without warning.
“Always,Alexis,” he groans.
My hips jerk to receive him, feeling those skillful fingers as they pull out swiftly and thrust back in.
Fuck, I’m so turned on. But…
“Keane,” I moan, “this isn’tfair.”
I fist my hands in his hair and try to pull him off of my chest, willing him away but not actually wanting that. Keane chuckles and bites down on my nipple again, his fingers plunging deep inside and finding a spot that I didn’t even know existed. He twists and I buck, grinding into his hand as moans spill from my lips, one after the other. My hips lift to greet him again and again with each of his thrusts, seeking out the deft fingers that are already bringing me to a release.
Keane stills and lets me grind against him, his lips leaving my breast to trail sharp nips down my stomach. He reaches my abdomen and descends on my clit, his lips sucking and teasing until I fall over the edge crying out his name. I greet my orgasm with the perfect mix of anger and desire, my ass falling back to the floor as my full body turns sated. I open my eyes and catch Keane’s sultry smirk, watching as he holds my gaze before his tongue swipes from where his fingers are inside me straight up to my clit. My head falls back with a curse to the Ancients, my hips once again thrusting into his face as he sucks my clit relentlessly.
“You’re not done, Alexis,” he promises.
