Chapter 30 Kasimir #2
Ruby’s lower lip quivers, but after a few breaths, she shakes her head again.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” I nod. Pushing my hips forward, I free my cock and knot my fingers through her hair to force her closer. “Now be a good little whore and open wide.”
She gasps, and I don’t waste the opportunity to shove my cock into her mouth. Ruby squeaks and at first she tries to draw back, but then her lips close around my shaft and she sinks her face towards my hips.
“That’s it, Princess,” I hiss as she bobs up and down. My head rolls back into my seat. “You’re taking me so well. So fucking good.”
Ruby quickens her pace, swirling her tongue all over my cock. Shit, she’s a natural. With those lips and that damn tongue it’s a shame to the world that she’s not a real whore. At least I’ll put her gift to good use. My princess and my secret whore.
When she starts to tire, I tighten my grip in her hair, forcing her up and down. At this point I’m just fucking her mouth, but Ruby doesn’t seem to mind. I can still hear her moans in between gags as I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I growl. Pressure builds up inside me, and I yank her up by her hair moments before it peaks.
Ruby yelps, blinking back at me with swollen lips. So fucking pretty.
“Stand up,” I pant.
Ruby quickly rises from the floor and I join her, snatching up her pointe shoe as I rise from the chaise.
“Now turn around,” I tell her, twisting her body away from me.
Unable to resist, I swat her on the backside with my free palm before pulling her wrists together.
She stumbles, but I hold her steady. With one hand keeping her wrists bound, I use the other to wrap them with the ribbon of her dance shoe.
“Kasimir…” she giggles, surprised.
“Quiet, Princess.” I finish the binding of her wrists with a little bow. She looks adorable. But she looks even better when I manoeuvre her over to the chaise longue and bend her over the armrest, the ribbon keeping her wrists secured.
Then, I don’t waste another second.
“Oh, Kaz!” she squeals as I shove my cock into her.
I groan in relief. Nothing will ever compare to this. After tonight, I’m never letting her go. I’ll kill Orion before he goes near her again. The only man she’s ever leaving this palace with is me.
Ruby arches her back, and I catch sight of the hideous engagement ring on her finger, glinting in the firelight as if it’s mocking me.
I growl. Before I can stop myself, I tear it off and toss it into the fire.
“Kasimir!” she gasps, but I press her face down into the seat, silencing her.
“You want me to stop?” I warn, pumping harder.
She moans into the chaise, “Fuck, no.”
I chuckle. “That’s my girl.” Grabbing her hips, I thrust deep into her.
She’s so tight, so wet for me, and every slam of my hips against her rear earns me another moan from her soft lips.
“You’re all mine, Princess,” I growl, feeling the pressure build once again. “And don’t you dare ever forget it.”
My seed erupts from my tip, and I yank her backwards by her hair. Ruby screams, rolling her hips. I feel her walls clench around me as I pump hard and fast.
Fuck the herb. I hope tonight gets pregnant. I’d kill a hundred men to see her belly swollen with my baby.
“Stars, I love you.” The words just slip out of me.
Beneath me, Ruby tenses. I’m sure she heard, but I couldn’t care less if this is too fast for her. It’s the truth. And when better to tell her than when she’s still murmuring in pleasure from her orgasm and pumped full of my seed.
As I remove myself, a little drips out, but I push it back with a finger. When Ruby moans again I slap her on the rear.
“That’s all for you, sweetheart,” I pant. “Don’t let it go to waste.”
She says something, but it’s so slurred I can barely hear her.
Leaning forward, I move closer to her lips. “What was that, Princess?”
She smiles back at me with closed eyes. “That was… so wonderful…” Her voice trails off as sleep overcomes her.
Chuckling quietly, I stand back up. “Leaving me to clean up the mess, hmm?” I tease, but I don’t mind. Seeing her like this is payment enough – her face still red from pleasure and sweat glistening over her tanned skin.
Fuck, I really do love her.
It didn’t take too long to untie Ruby and help her redress into her dance clothes. The fact that she was barely awake helped speed things along. It was like dressing a doll.
Once she’s decent, I dress myself then scoop her up into my arms. The palace is deadly quiet since it’s so late. Even the guards outside her room are all passed out, fast asleep on the floor with their backs against the wall. If I was leaving Ruby here, I’d be concerned.
But she only needs to spend one more night in this place.
It’s certain now. Tomorrow, Orion dies, and I’m taking Amaryllis home with me, whether she likes it or not. She will learn to love me, or I’ll die trying.
Slipping inside her bedchamber, I kick the door shut and carry her over to the bed.
“One more night alone, sweetheart,” I whisper, lowering her onto the sheets. “One more night then it’s you and me, forever. And I’ll make my home real comfortable for you.”
Ruby stirs, murmuring something, but I silence her with a kiss on her forehead.
“Sweet dreams, Ruby,” I say, stepping back from the bed.
With a reluctant last look, I turn towards the window and begin to head out. One more night.
“Kasimir?”
I pause. Glancing back, I see Ruby sitting up in bed as she rubs her eyes.
“You should go back to sleep,” I tell her quietly.
“Did you carry me up here?” she croaks. “What about the guards?”
I chuckle. “Nobody saw us, and the guards are all asleep. As you should be. Goodnight, Amaryllis.” I spin back towards the window, making it less than a few steps before I’m stopped in my tracks.
“Stay.”
The word makes my heart stutter. Swallowing, I turn to face her.
“Please,” she continues, voice delicate. “I just… I don’t know when I’ll see you again, and I don’t want to say goodbye just yet.”
I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist her.
With a nod, I return to her bedside.
“Lie down,” I say softly, removing my shirt and tossing my dagger sheaths to the floor. “I might not be able to stay for the entire night, but I’ll at least be with you until you fall asleep.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, smiling in a way that makes my chest ache.
Damn, I’m an idiot. Anyone could walk in while we’re in bed together, and then I’d wake up to a dozen swords pointed at my throat. But I must be a lovesick idiot because for some reason, the risk of being thrown in the dungeon seems like nothing when I can spend another night with Amaryllis.
Lying down beside her, she nuzzles her face into my chest. She’s so warm. I’ll just stay for a few minutes. Just until I know for sure she’s asleep. But with my nose buried into her hair and my arm curled around her body, sleep drops over me like a heavy blanket.
A blanket that smells of roses, vanilla cake, and fresh strawberry juice spilled over cream bedsheets.