CHAPTER IX #6
“The person you saw last night was not me, Alexis,” his voice is hard as he leans forward. “Remove him from your thoughts.”
“I want to…” I tell him softly.
Ancients know I do.
But…
Keane narrows his eyes, his gaze still unyielding as I press my legs together.
“I will,” I correct on a sigh.
Keane lifts a hand to my face, his palm rough and calloused as he grips my jaw.
“Now, Alexis,” he demands, “remove that man now.”
I groan and bring my hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to me with lips that are ready to receive him. Keane is just as hungry, his desire strong, his lips falling down on mine before his tongue confidently pushes into my mouth.
The hold Keane has on my jaw is the most possessive it’s ever been, willing me to feel his passion and the true man I know him to be.
I bring my hands roughly up his neck and into his hair, running my fingers through the soft brown as our mouths move together, needing eachother.
I arch my hips slightly off the chair and spread my thighs, letting Keane take a step towards me as his body moves into mine.
He drops his hand from my face and the wooden arm, reaching for my hips as he grips them hard and pulls me up off the chair so that I stand with him.
I gasp, hating that he’s broken the kiss, but feel his lips a moment later skimming against my jaw.
I sigh in pure contentment as Keane begins to kiss my neck, his lips sucking and tugging at my skin in pure desire as my body lights to fire. His hands grip my hips harder, pulling our bodies flush against the other, my own still tangling in his hair as I moan into his shoulder.
Ancients, I’m ready to burn for this man.
He does this to me so quickly. So easily.
“Who am I?” Keane asks roughly, teeth coming down in a small nip on my neck.
I moan, raking my nails down his back as I close my eyes.
“Mine, Keane. You’re mine…”
This is the man I know.
“Damn straight, Alexis,” he replies, hands reaching for my ass before he lifts me up completely.
I wrap my legs around his torso with another moan, feeling his cock press perfectly between my legs before he turns us around. Keane lowers himself into the chair and squeezes my ass again, a groan falling from his lips when I roll my hips in his lap and situate myself on top of him.
“Never again,” I look straight into his eyes, running my fingers through his hair with a hard tug. “Never again, Keane. I never want to see that man again.”
Keane’s eyes are filled with his own fire, nodding as he tightens his grip on my ass and maneuvers me heatedly over his lap.
“Never again, Alexis.”
I moan under the surety of his words and flush my chest into his, crashing my lips back down to take what’s mine.
I let my tongue claim his as Keane runs his hands up my back aggressively, kissing me with the same desire and matching the fire that is coursing through the both of us.
His hands reach for my braid, giving it a tug, drawing my chin up as I’m forced to release his lips.
Keane’s quick to find my exposed neck again before he makes his way heatedly down my collarbone, his hips thrusting under mine to show me just how bad he needs me.
Fuck.
I need him.
I need to take him now, on this chair, and let his strong brown eyes wash over my body. I need to forget the way they so casually looked at me with indifference less than a day before.
I hastily reach down for my shirt and tug it out of my waistband, his hands joining and lifting it quickly over my head.
Keane’s lips land swiftly again on my collarbone, continuing their trail downwards until they’re on the curve of my breasts.
I reach for his torso, my fingers fiddling with his shirt, trying in my heated passion to lift it away.
But Keane’s tongue finds my breast, licking through the lace before he draws my nipple roughly into his mouth and causes my whole body to tremble.
“I’m going to show you, Alexis,” he promises, “remind you of who I really am to you.”
“Please.”
Keane’s hands move swiftly to my breasts, pulling the lace down aggressively.
I moan and dip my fingers back to his pants, unfastening them swiftly before my hand finds his hard length and I wrap myself around him.
I grip the base tight and tug him towards me, rocking my hips over his lap as he groans.
Keane leans forward and takes my nipple in his mouth, his own hands reaching for the side of my pants before he grips the fabric and rips it straight down the middle.
I nearly come then, nearly lose myself when his teeth bite down and my hips jerk for his hard cock throbbing in my hand.
“You’re mine,” I moan, maneuvering on top of him as the cool air greets my lower body. I put my free hand against his chest and push him back into the chair, my other hand moving up and down his length as he gets harder in my palm.
“Look at me, Keane,” I demand.
Keane’s brown eyes move from my breasts and find mine, another groan falling from his lips as I tug on his length again. He lifts his hips off the chair, taking me with him, then reaches for his riding pants as he pulls them down.
“This is for me, Keane,” I warn, gripping his cock as I situate myself on top of him. “I will take you now.”
I hold his eyes, letting myself fall down just over his tip. “You are mine.”
“Ancients, Alexis,” Keane’s voice is hoarse.
I drop my hips swiftly over his length in a loud moan. The full of him expands me, filling me so completely that I nearly convulse at the feel of it. Keane tilts his hips up, angling his cock higher as I bring both of my hands to his shoulders and grip them for support.
My knees lift on the side of the chair, guiding his length out before I fall back down hard and feel the base of him rub against my center.
Keane breathes out roughly, his hands moving to my waist as I rock on top of him.
I lift my hips hungrily, letting out a moan as he thrusts into me just as I come back down.
Fuck, I need this.
I repeat the movement, my hips lifting up and down, starting my own rhythm as everything between us lights to fire.
Keane lets me command our bodies, sitting back against the chair as his own hips push up to meet every one of my thrusts. His length fills me, greeting my movements as they become quicker, hungrier, my hands holding onto his shoulders so hard that I know I’m going to leave a mark of my own.
But I don’t care.
I’m controlling the pace. I’m the one aching so deep with my head tilted back in pure ecstasy, letting the full of his heated gaze rake down my face and chest as his heavy breaths fuel me to keep going. He just needs to sit back and take it.
I roll my hips around his length, finding that perfect angle as I move him deeper.
There’s no nice or slow movements coming from me.
I’m the one reminding him of my own control, of my own claim to him, fucking him for myself and replacing those uninterested eyes with the passionate ones that now look at me like I’m the only thing in the whole of the fucking Old World.
Keane’s hands grip me harder in his own pleasure, his brown eyes watching me bounce on top of him in a heated mix of lust and awe. I cry out his name, moving even more aggressively, and feel myself tighten around him before I erupt in my release.
“You are mine,” I tell him with each roll of my hips.
“Yours, Alexis, yours,” he groans under me.
“And no one…” I hold his glance hard and grip his shoulders tight, “no one in this damn Old World will take that away from me again.”
Ancients, I’m fueled by my own words and the fire behind his eyes.
This is exactly what I needed, to be reminded of who he is, of who we are to eachother.
Keane said he was going to remind me? Yet I’m the one who took him and just reminded myself.
There’s a reason why the two of us burn so hot for each other, and no one will ever take that away from me again.
Not his brother, not Woodlands, not any summoning that chooses to alter him.
I will damn anything that tries. I will bring the fucking Old World on its head if anyone or anything attempts to separate us again.
Keane thrusts into me aggressively, holding down on my hips so that I feel his own rough need.
I gasp at the full of him and feel my lower body begin to tremble.
His length is so deep, so pure and maddening, claiming my body in a way that only he can.
I lean forward and let my hands run up his hair as I pull on it hard.
My hips arch up, taking his length as it plunges into me when I come back down.
My lips find his collarbone, biting through his shirt as he rams himself into me again.
I cry out, the sound muffled but still loud as I feel my body begin its second build.
Keane wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me against his chest as I surrender into him, feeling each of his thrusts reach deeper and deeper within me.
“You are mine, Alexis,” he fucks me hard, hips pushing so deep that I cry out his name, twice.
“Only you…” he runs his hands roughly up my back as I shudder.
“You are my heart, the thoughts that consume me with everything I do. Never forget that.”
Keane moves now, his own hunger plunging into me as I moan in his lap.
It’s all I can do but hold on, hold on to his assurance and the tight embrace that devours me, letting his own torment from the night thrust harder in anger as I’m brought to the brink of trembling satisfaction, getting everything I needed from him and more.
I fall asleep in Keane’s arms. I don’t know how long he lets me rest, but it’s a decent enough nap that leaves me feeling less tired than before.
His strong body is hard and protective surrounding mine, his arms drawing me into him so that my head rests against his chest. Eventually he begins to stir, reaching down from the side of the chair to pick up my shirt.
“Lord Alexander has arrived,” he kisses my temple.