CHAPTER VIII #8
His brown eyes follow his fingers as he grabs both straps and trails them down to the top of my chest. His knuckles brush against my skin before his hands move in a slow decent down the sides of my breasts, his palms tracing the curves as his eyes look on in hunger.
I shiver under his touch yet feel my body light to pure fire, my breath hitching when he runs his thumbs over my nipples.
“We can’t, Keane,” I flush, bringing my own hands up to stop his.
“And why can’t we?” he smiles, eyes finally greeting mine.
Because of the Shadow Oak, I look back at him in confusion and a little bit of hurt.
Because of the words you spoke to me yesterday before the mills, promising that our moments wouldn’t be quick or stolen or hidden.
Or were they just words?
I nearly sag at the thought.
To the Ancients, I hope they weren’t, though I do fear him taking them back. I fear that more than I fear my own body’s lust for him, and that’s a scary thought to sit on.
Because what Keane said yesterday means something to me. It means that there may be more to us than just simple desire. I want him to uphold those words from the mills and keep his promise under the Shadow Oak, not toss them aside for a night we could enjoy physically.
It’s obvious that wants me just as much as I want him. I can feel it in his heated gaze and his hands now gripping my hips tight. I can even feel my body responding for him, knowing that no visions of his hands on the Discerni woman from the tavern will keep me away if he pursues this…
I will give in, even if my heart screams at me not to. I’ll give in to his touch and enjoy myself, but that will be the end of us.
I scowl at the knowledge and forcefully pull myself out of his hold.
Keane grabs my wrist before I can make it to the bedrolls and pulls me back, his grip turning me around so that I have to face him yet again.
His full body steps into mine in a dominating presence, his fingers wrapped around my wrist tugging and making my chest fall into his.
“There are many other ways to go about this that will not be stolen, Alexis...” he nods, brown eyes looking intense, “you deserve nothing quick, and I will damn sure take my time on you.”
My mouth nearly drops at the words. How did he know what I was thinking?
“And it’s true,” his lips tug up in a small smile, “I will not have you fully until you say the words I want to hear under the Shadow Oak, but that does not mean we have to deny ourselves until then, nor do I want to.”
My heart pounds against my chest as I search his eyes for any hint of a game being played. But his words seem genuine, just as they did at the mills, and he’s looking down at me with a sincere gaze of desire…
“No games tonight, Keane,” I tell him softly. Pleading.
“No games,” he affirms, eyes still dancing across my face, “no challenge. I simply want you, Alexis, if you’ll let me have you.”
My full body flushes as I glance away from him and peer around the tent. I take in the thin cloth surrounding us that’s flapping with the breeze, my eyes moving to the fire dancing from outside and reminding me of where we are.
I sigh and shake my head.
Ancients.
This is not the right place.
Keane looks down at me in genuine question, noticing my silent glances around the tent as his eyes turn curious. I give him a half smile, almost sad that this is the reason why tonight will not end happy...
“The walls are thin, Keane, and I am not quiet.”
The Prince groans. Within an instant he’s snaking his arms around my waist and picking me up, walking us to the small table to our left as his hands grip my ass.
“Golem!” he yells.
Golem walks in through the entrance flap and looks at the two of us with stoic features.
“Make sure no one hears us.”
“What!” I exclaim, not meeting Golem’s eyes, “Keane, no! He can’t do that.”
“He’s about to do it right now,” he chuckles.
The Prince bends us down and blows out the candles on the table, the room going completely dark save the firelight dancing across the tent from outside. Golem leaves with a bow and disappears from the tent, hopefully going off to do whatever it is that the Prince thinks he can do
Keane grabs my ass tighter and walks to the rug, then lowers us down to the ground with me straddling his lap.
His hands give my ass another squeeze before they rake up to my hips, his fingers grabbing them tightly before pulling me fully against his chest. I gasp and let my body roll on top of his, feeling his cock already hard and thrusting up between my legs.
“Ancients,” I moan and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
Keane grins and moves his hands up my sides.
His palms land on my chest before his fingers pull on my nipples through the slip, the sharp tug causing me to rake my nails down his back in response.
He pushes his hips into mine again, the very hardness of him still straining against his pants as he nestles himself perfectly against my clit.
I bring my hands back up his spine and run my fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands every time he tugs on my nipples.
“You’re mine tonight, Alexis,” he groans, palms moving over my breasts, “and these hands will be anything but soft.”
His hands quickly move up to my shoulders before he yanks down the straps of my slip.
I moan when they fall down, the fabric bunching at my waist as my breasts flush completely bare for him.
They’re perked and cold, but every part of me is loving Keane’s gaze on them as his eyes move hungrily across my naked skin.
“Keane,” I whimper, tugging on his hair.
I need his hands back on me.
He groans at the sound of his name on my lips, both hands finding their way back to my chest as his thumb and forefinger tug on my nipples, hard.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Alexis,” he leans down, hand pushing my breast into his mouth.
He sucks and rolls his tongue over my nipple before giving it a small nip, the feel of his lips on my skin making everything within me burn even hotter. I arch my chest to his mouth, urging him to take more, and feel Keane take my nipple between his teeth again as his other hand cups my breast.
Another moan falls from my lips, my hips grinding against his cock as wetness begins to pool between my thighs.
Keane smirks in response to my body’s reactions, the Prince understanding my needs, and lets his tongue suck my nipple further into his mouth before his teeth bite down.
I throw my head back at the sharp sting, panting in surprise at how worked up I already am.
This man hasn’t even begun to touch me where I’m most aching, and yet my body is already flushing for release.
Keane’s torturous lips start leaving nipping kisses along the curves of my breasts, his tongue licking and finding its way to my other nipple as he starts the process all over again.
His free hand darts down past my waist to grab my ass again, his teeth biting down at the same time as he pulls me roughly against his lap.
My body trembles as I rock against him, everything about me feeling so good that I think I could come right here without ever having him enter me.
“Oh Alexis,” Keane chuckles, “we haven’t even begun yet, trouble.”
Dear Ancients.
I rake my nails down his back again, trying to hold onto something, anything, for support as my body keeps moving.
Keane smirks and lets me grind into his cock, his hands moving down to my hips and holding me to him as I start my own rhythm.
He’s hard. Fuck, he’s so hard. His length is throbbing against my clit and thrusting in his own need.
I need to touch it, need to feel that thickness in my hand so I can give him the same pleasure that he’s giving me.
I let my fingers trail down his lower back and then move them around his abdomen, his name once again falling from my lips when his mouth torments my nipple.
I nearly forget about my need to hold him when he smirks and sucks even harder, my breaths turning heavy in a desperate moan as he thrusts up again.
Fuck me.
My body jerks at the sheer size of him, fingers grabbing ahold of his hips to steady myself as I suddenly remember my original intent. I quickly reclaim my movements and dip my fingers below his waistband, stopping only when Keane grabs both of my hands and pulls them away.
“No,” I pout.
He chuckles and pins my wrists behind my back, the movement so swift that I’m caught off guard with a gasp. My breasts flush high and angle perfectly towards his face from the position, the Prince taking advantage of the hold as he looks down at the sight.
“Fuck, I could hold you in this position forever, Alexis,” he stares at my body, his grip holding my wrists even tighter as he angles me higher for his view.
I shiver under his gaze and relish in the heat from his attention, everything about the angle I’m in just waiting perfectly for him to take.
“In fact,” he looks down at me in pure hunger, “I think I might keep you this way for a little while longer.”
I close my eyes at his words, feeling that heated tug between my legs light to pure and unbridled fire. I roll my hips against his cock and move with a hunger of my own, wetness still dripping between my thighs as Keane swiftly transfers both of my wrists to one of his hands.
“Open your eyes, Alexis,” his free hand darts down to grip my thigh, fingers squeezing in a command, “look at me when I touch you.”
My eyes flutter open, lips parting in a heavy breath.
His burning gaze catches mine in an instant, the look behind it making my body arch towards him and beg for his touch.
I need his lips back on me, need his tongue to do those wicked things, and fucking Ancients, I need that hand on my thigh to skim up and lay claim to me with his fingers.
“Touch me, Keane,” I narrow my eyes, “touch me now.”