Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
CYPRIEN
The walk to Alaric’s rooms was a blur. I was over the moon about my parent’s estate, my father’s business, and my new husband.
I practically floated across the floor, seeing nothing other than Alaric and our intertwined arms. A pair of guards let us through a large door, and we were greeted by a sitting room with a warm fire and cozy chairs.
“These are my private quarters,” Alaric gestured around the room. “Seeing you in here is doing things to me. I hoped, wished, and imagined you here but never thought you’d ever set foot through that door.”
He guided me to a chair before the fire, taking the one next to it.
The bottles went on the low table between us.
He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, stirring up a fire in my belly.
Alaric traced the lines with his tongue, trailing a slow path over my hand.
He flicked his eyes up at me and my cock hardened so quickly that I grew lightheaded.
The look I saw in those eyes was full of dark desires, subtly softened by love.
Eyes locked on mine, he flicked his tongue between two fingers and my hips arched off the chair.
“I want you on every piece of furniture that I own, needy and screaming my name. I need you in every way a man possibly could and in some ways I don’t yet understand,” he said reverently as he raised his lips from my hand.
Then he stood with my hand still in his. “Shall we finish this in the bedroom?”
A thrill shot through me, and I practically leapt to my feet, letting Alaric guide me.
The anticipation of what was to come raised goosebumps over my body.
In the next room laid a large bed, cast in a warm glow .
Alaric pulled me farther into the room then dropped my hand and began undressing.
The crown went first, then the necklace.
Piece after piece of clothing hit the floor, and he never looked away from me.
Soon, he stood before me wearing nothing but his wedding ring. I was mesmerized.
I slowly reached for my own crown and he clicked his tongue at me. “No, no, keep that on. I want to watch you ride me while wearing your crown and jewels. I intend to worship you like the royalty that you are.”
None of the words that I pieced together in my mind made it to my mouth, so I simply nodded in understanding and began removing my clothing.
It wasn’t an easy job, and with the unfamiliar clasps and fasteners that I desperately tore at, I surely ripped a few pieces.
Alaric watched me hungrily, seeing the desperation in my eyes.
As I ripped at the clothing, he stalked me like a lion hunting his prey.
I became more frantic with the clothing, and still managed not to remove a single piece.
He ripped the shirt from my body like it was nothing, then slowly undid my pants, casually rubbing against my erection as he did so.
My mind and body were so confused that I was only able to stand there and allow him to free me of my restraints.
“Lie on your back,” he directed and I swiftly complied, then I froze in anticipation.
He crawled onto the bed and held himself above my body. “I want you to lay perfectly still,” he whispered against my lips, crushing his mouth to mine.
I fought to stay still against his onslaught but it was impossible. My entire body trembled for him. His hips ground against me, his hands seemingly everywhere and nowhere all at once. He broke away from my mouth, trailing hot kisses and gentle nips across my neck and chest.
Somewhere, a desperate cry sounded in the room, followed by the word “please” repeated over and over.
When he chuckled, I realized those noises were me, pleading for him to do something, anything, to ease the fire he’d sparked deep in my belly.
His lips found mine again, and I was forced to swallow my words of desperation.
Gentle rocks of his hips slid his shaft along mine, the friction driving me crazy.
If he didn’t stop, I wasn’t going to last until he got his cock inside me.
As though he read my thoughts, he slid off of me and reached into a sidetable.
My body felt bereft without him there and I reached for him.
Instead of his touch I received a vial of liquid in my outstretched hand. I looked at him inquisitively.
“It’s for lubrication. Put some in your hand then stroke my cock with it.”
I did as he asked and his eyes rolled back. My fingers squeezed around the thick girth, and he batted my hand away. “That’s good my love. You’ve got me so close. Now I want you to ride me. Think only of your own pleasure and fuck yourself on me until you come.”
My brain had turned to mush and it took a moment for what he was asking for to process. When it registered, my entire body shuddered. I groaned. “I’d better not be doing all the work.”
A mischievous smile split his face. “Of course not. Now climb aboard.” he said, slapping his thighs.
I straddled him, reaching back to position his cockhead at my entrance.
Pausing briefly to draw out the moment, I swiveled my hips, feeling myself stretch around him.
When he drew in a sharp breath, I decided to cease the teasing.
Ever so slowly, I stole inch by glorious inch of his cock.
He vibrated beneath me, as if he were trying to hold himself back.
Impatient, he bucked his hips and buried himself to the hilt.
I cried out, my ass spasming against him. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”
“It is indeed.” He groaned in satisfaction. “Now fuck yourself with my dick.”
I began with slow rolls of my hips, swiveling until– “Oh, fuck!” There, that was the spot.
Bracing myself on his chest, I bounced in place, settling into a rhythm that had us both moaning and cursing.
He met me thrust for thrust, holding a steady pace until my orgasm simmered at the bottom of my spine. “I’m about to come,” I warned.
“So am I,” Alaric panted. “Just keep steady darling, and look me in the eyes.”
I pried my eyes open and held my pace. Fuck, it was intense, which made my thrusts become uneven.
The knot in my belly tightened, more and more, and with just a few more taps of that sweet spot inside me, it broke.
I crashed over the edge, with Alaric’s name on my lips.
His cock swelled, then spilled his seed inside me.
His hands twisted into mine, and we both rode out our mutual climaxes, Alaric’s chest painted with my release.
His words were unintelligible but they felt reverent, like a whispered prayer.
He slipped his hands from mine and grasped my necklace in one, hauling me down for the most intensely passionate kiss, which slowed and deepened into something that was loving and worshipful.
We rested like that, lips to lips, for a few moments while our bodies remembered how to function.
Eventually, he slipped out of me and we both chuckled softly as I rolled off of him.
“Fuck, that was exquisite,” Alaric groaned as he stretched. “Better than exquisite but since I know no better word that is what it will be.”
“Awe-inspiring,” I murmured, tracing mindless shapes on his chest. “Like those religious experiences I hear about. It was as though you killed me and brought me back to life as something new. But even that does not do it justice.”
ALARIC
I woke up just as dawn was whispering across the sky the next morning.
Cyprien was curled in my arms sleeping like he was in the safest place in the world, and I suppose he was.
I would never allow anything to bring him harm again.
Every challenge that came our way, we would face together.
We had been chosen for each other by a higher power.
Now it was my job to prove every day that it was the right choice, and I would.
Wherever life took us, I would protect him because he saved me in more ways than he could ever imagine.
Love was too small a word to describe my feelings for him, but it would have to do. I brushed a golden curl from his face and his eyes blinked open slowly. When he saw me he cuddled closer and smiled.
“It wasn’t a dream,” he whispered into my chest.
“It wasn’t a dream,” I echoed, kissing the top of his head and easing him back to sleep. No, it was real and I was going to work hard every day to keep it.