CHAPTER XV #5
Keane’s tongue reaches low, pressing for my entrance before he pulls my wetness back up my center. I spasm under the perfect move, my hips twitching up wildly to meet his mouth only to be greeted with more sucking in return.
“The things I will do for you, Alexis…” his grin his smug as he brings his hand between my legs.
“The things I will do to you in our lifetime. You can’t even envision…”
His finger thrusts inside as his lips come crashing down on my clit in pure hunger.
I moan loud, feeling him curve that finger as if he’s trying to reach for his tongue that just can’t get enough of me.
His hand on my wrists finally releases them only to intwine his fingers in mine.
He spreads one of my hands with his and moves my palm down my breast, squeezing my fingers and making me touch myself under his hold.
I groan and grip his wrist with my free hand, holding it so tightly that my nails start digging into his skin.
Ancients, I don’t know how much longer I can take of this.
I feel my palm moving against me, feel his hand controlling my own just as surely as his other moves between my legs. He pulls out quickly and then thrusts two fingers back in, filling me so deeply that my body tightens around him, nearly there.
“I will move the fucking Old World for you, Alexis,” he pumps into me so possessively that the base of his hand rocks me against the table.
Fuck.
“You’re going to feel this tomorrow, Alexis,” his hand on my chest releases mine and inches for my neck. “I’m going to make you feel me so deep that you’ll be aching for me for days…”
I’m done. His words send me over the edge.
My full body climaxes for him, feeling his fingers pump in and out as each one tries to take me deeper than the next. Keane lifts his head from my center with a smirk, his eyes raking over my body as he watches me tremble with a grin on his lips. Fuck, that grin…
I have to close my eyes to the way he looks at me.
Keane’s hand finds my neck and encircles it, fingers gripping the sides as he feels the wild heartbeat that only he can pull.
I’m so high right now, reaching up for his hand at my neck as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out, the possession keeping my climax steady as I moan to every thrust. Ancients, I’ve never felt this before, have never came so hard in an encounter that just wants to keep going.
But that’s what he’s doing, smirking at my panting body as he stands up, hand leaving my neck and pulling out from between my legs.
I’m breathing too hard as I watch him, my legs dripping in pure need as he quickly undresses.
He tosses his tunic and shirt to the ground, brown eyes looking down at me in perfect approval as he starts working on his waistband.
My own eyes find his muscular chest, hands reaching back for my breasts as I cup them in pure bliss, truly needing him all over again.
He smiles at the sight of me under him, hands finally pulling his pants down as his hard cock springs free.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
Keane nods with a side smirk and steps out of his pants before dropping to his knees at the edge of the table.
He reaches below for my boots, pulling them off swiftly as he does the same for my pants still hanging at my ankles.
His hands then grip my thighs hard, spreading them wide before his mouth once again descends.
“Fuck Keane!” I cry.
It’s too much, too heady. My body is so sensitive already.
But Keane’s tongue darts low between my folds without release, finding the wetness that he called forth so easily to take it into his mouth.
The pure need behind that movement takes my breath away, making me fall heavy against the table in a hard crash, my body on fire.
And he doesn’t stop.
He licks his way up my center, tongue moving so skillfully and building me higher once again.
My hips move with him, thrusting towards his mouth and tongue as my hands grip my breasts roughly.
Keane’s hands on the inside of my thighs hold me to his torment in easy strength, forcing me to take him, forcing me to feel every single desire from his tongue until I’m panting for another release.
Dear Ancients, I’m on fucking fire right now.
“Open your eyes, Alexis,” Keane commands.
When did I even close them?
My eyes shoot open to his brown gaze on mine, the look from them so intense that it sends a shiver down my spine. Keane presses his tongue between my folds again, watching me whimper as he reaches for my entry.
“Fuck! Fuck Keane, I can’t! I need you.”
The King stands up quickly and takes my thighs with him, never letting go of my gaze as he pulls half of my ass off the table and thrusts his length between my legs. Only the tip of him enters, stretching me just barely as he lets my wetness surround him.
“We’re going to step a toe over that line again, Alexis,” he groans at the feel, “tell me you want it.”
“I want it!”
Fuck me, I want nothing more.
Keane’s hands release their hold on my thighs and reach down for my neck, my ass falling back on the edge of the table as I look at him in confused need.
He wraps his fingers around me in possession and pulls my body down by my shoulders, his cock waiting for me as he plunges forward in one, single thrust.
Dear, fucking, Ancients, this man.
“You are mine,” he rumbles.
I feel myself tighten around him, feel his length throb inside me when I whimper his name. I bring my hands back up to his wrists, holding on tight as they grip my neck and pull me roughly towards his body at the edge of the table, thrusting in again and again.
“My possession,” he groans, rocking me against the table.
His hands around my neck tighten, holding me steady as his length pounds into me.
“My obsession.”
I’m burning. There’s only one thing engrained on my body and it’s this man who’s taking me so forcefully.
“No one else has done this to me,” he thrusts so aggressively that I feel the wood scraping my skin. “No other woman has made me feel this way. And no one, no one will take you from me.”
Fuck, he keeps going. Harder and harder as his hands around my neck pull my body down to meet every single thrust. I keep my heated gaze on his, the two of us watching each other with a fire that is truly unmatched.
Keane rocks into me, taking me with such strength that I feel his full possession, knowing that I’ll never be rid of him… knowing that I’ll never want to.
My hips arch up to meet his next thrust, needing him so severely and wanting him to feel my own desire and agreement to his words.
Keane looks back at me in heavy approval and continues to move relentlessly, fucking me so hard that I swear I feel the room moving around us.
His intense eyes dart down to my lips, smirking as he catches every single one of my moans, every single scream of his name.
I’m building again, really have never stopped, and take all of his aggression with the pure assurance of him.
Keane keeps his thrusts going, watching as I completely surrender and close my eyes, everything about me feeling so fucking good.
I let myself come around him so tightly, screaming his name as my climax reaches deep within my very soul.
Keane pulls out completely before ramming back in, his own release heavy and spilling within me as he groans my name, claiming me to him as I swear it’s the deepest I’ve ever felt him.
He loosens his hold around my neck and falls down on top of me, his breathing ragged and matching my own.
He pumps into me again, hands coming up to the side of my face as his full body presses into mine.
He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, his length flexing within me as we both come down from our climax.
I move my hands around his back and hold him hard. There’s nothing that turns me on more than knowing how much he craves me, how much he lusts for me. I press my nails into his back just thinking about it.
He has no idea how much I would move the Old World for him. Keane is my obsession, from the first moment we spoke under the Shadow Oak.
I push my summoning so hard into him that it jerks his body off mine in surprise. That definitely wasn’t my intended reaction, but Keane is quick to situate himself between my legs as his hands grip the side of my hips.
“You take me so well, Alexis,” he murmurs, eyes falling to my sex.
“I do…” I nod up at him slowly, “and I need you just as bad as you need me, Keane. I have my own obsession with you that consumes every part of me. I want nothing less than everything you can give me. I’ll take it from you, all of it. Don’t ever hold back.”
“Ancients, Alexis,” his brown eyes find mine. “I’m never letting you go.”
“You have me,” I lift up and press a hand to his heart. “Me and you, Keane. Always.”
Lord Sandam was installed in Dankworth by Keane’s father about twenty years ago, the man whom Renate spoke of as their way of bringing change to this court.
Him and his wife are the youngest Lord and Lady within Woodlands, living inside their castle walls with the small group of Discerni we saw riding in, all of them holding special roles and titles within the city.
They’re a relatively quiet couple, Keane describes, rulers that keep to the traditions of Woodlands but are open-minded to starting their own.
He found both Lord Sandam and Lady Tove in his past chats to be well-spoken and well-educated, the two of them able to hold and be excited about conversations regarding the Old World.
The King set his sole purpose tonight and tomorrow to learning as much as he can about the couple, gauging their willingness to change and Lord Sandam’s ability, if any, to have Dankworth stand against the rest of his court.