CHAPTER XVII #4
My body turns hot as I watch him watch himself, feeling as he drops a finger gently through my folds.
“Still wet,” he smirks.
“Well, we’re in a bath,” I mumble.
Keane chuckles and deliberately pushes a finger inside, proving the lack of resistance as he slides right in. I moan and tip my head back as his other hand still plays with my rear, his fingers inching towards the area he promised he would take.
“So good for me, trouble,” he soothes, pumping his finger in and out slowly, “so relaxed for me. You’re already ready to come, aren’t you?”
Damn him.
I’ve been ready since his cock left my lips.
“This’ll feel uncomfortable at first,” Keane’s mischievous eyes finally find mine as he thrusts a second finger inside me, “but you want to know what it feels like, don’t you, Alexis?”
“Yes,” I hiss, hips grinding into his hand as he curls his fingers.
Keane grins as I pulse around him, his fingers catching my wetness before he starts to pull out. His hand near my ass spreads my cheeks so that he can bring that slickness with him, one finger rimming the tight muscle before he slowly pushes inside.
“Oh,” I exhale with wide eyes.
It’s tight and definitely uncomfortable, but I still want more.
“Oh, indeed,” Keane smirks.
He presses in further and watches my reaction, grinning when I let out a breathy moan.
He pulls his finger out and then pushes back in, his other hand releasing my cheeks so that his thumb can rub circles over my clit.
I start panting into the hot water as my body takes the tight intrusion with a new desire that has me biting back gasps.
Keane watches my reactions, then decides to push a finger into my entry as well. He plunges into both areas with a steady rhythm, everything about the way he’s handling me filling me to the fullest brim.
“Ancients,” I moan and lean back against the tub.
Keane nods his head in small approval and continues his thrusts, stretching me in ways that I’ve never felt before. I moan at the new and hot pleasure coursing through my body and rock my hips against his hands, testing the new-found fullness and sensations as his fingers capture both areas.
Fuck me, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s nothing I’ve ever…
I moan his name, unable to finish my thought as Keane moves within me. He pulls both fingers out and then pushes them back in harder, his movements slow in the rear but commanding and sure in the front.
“Oh,” I moan and bite my lip, gripping the sides of the tub as I arch my lower body towards him.
My breasts break the surface of the water and catch Keane’s hungry eyes, the Prince relishing in the view as he pumps two fingers into me swiftly.
I pant at the ceiling ahead of us and hold on for all I’m worth, enjoying the burning stretch in my rear as his other fingers work me to the familiar edge that only he knows how to bring.
Fuck. This shouldn’t be allowed. This kind of pleasure has me so hot, so…
My thoughts scatter in every direction as my chest rises up and down in heavy breaths.
What he’s doing to my body…
It shouldn’t be allowed.
“Speechless, Alexis?” Keane grins, fingers moving more aggressively as he pumps steadily in and out, “for once?”
“This…”
I take a hard breath and rock my hips under the water.
“This?” he prompts.
Keane suddenly pulls out from both areas, leaving me wanton and completely aching.
I whimper at the loss before he thrusts back in on the same breath, the movement claiming me in one relentless thrust. He watches the soft cry of satisfaction that escapes my lips, his hands moving again and again until I…
“I can’t…”
I moan his name, my body heating with pleasure in ways that I can’t even comprehend. I close my eyes and lean my head against the tub as Keane’s skilled fingers build me up, his thumb settling on my clit until I’m sure I’m going to explode.
“Ancients, Keane! I…. ”
I can’t even form a fucking sentence.
Keane chuckles in a deep way that no woman should ever have to experience.
The sound is so full of promise and self-assurance that I know he knows exactly what he’s doing to me and has no qualms as he brings me to ruin.
My whole body flushes for him, for his possessive hands that are now claiming me even deeper.
I take what he gives and feel both of my entries tighten with need every time he pulls out.
Cries of desperation start to fall from my lips as my hips buckle and my body sets to fire with every stroke.
I feel his gaze searing into my breasts and will my eyes to open, the full of me nearly coming at the fire behind his gaze.
My hips rock so violently that my body begins to tremble, and all the while Keane fucks me with his fingers until I’m screaming out his name.
Ancients help me.
I sag against the tub and watch his smirk broaden to a grin of a fully satisfied man.
Keane slowly pulls out and reaches for the bar of soap that fell in the tub, bringing it between my thighs with a final stroke as he catches my whimper on his lips.
I can’t even kiss him back, can’t really do much of anything.
My body is too heavy and sated to do anything but ride the high that is still tingling down every inch of me.
Everything is sensitive, too sensitive, and when his hands run down my thighs to tug on my legs, it’s all I can do but let him pull me in the water and spin me around so that my back falls into his chest.
“You took me so well, Alexis,” he kisses below my ear, “your body sings for me. I will never get over the sight.”
It’s you, I want to tell him.
He’s the fire within me, the thing that makes me sing.
Say it.
Tell him.
I tip my head back on his shoulder and catch his gaze.
“Save it,” he leans down with a smile, “save it for Gaumond.”
I shiver at his words and close my eyes at the pure rightness of us, my body indeed singing.
We stay in this relaxed position for a long while, with Keane scrubbing both of our bodies until my breaths are back to normal.
He finally finishes and moves his arms around my shoulders, placing his hands on my thighs as he gives them a small squeeze.
“We speak to my father tomorrow,” he murmurs.
“What!”
I quickly lean forward and turn back to him with narrowed eyes, “and you’re just telling me this now?”
“Yes,” Keane chuckles, brown eyes turning playful, “because I knew once I did it would be the only thing on your mind.”
I glare at him and watch him shrug, grinning from ear to ear.
“I’m selfish.”
“Bastard,” I shake my head and lean back into his chest, “I have so many questions.”
“You and I both,” he nods against me, “Holis and Mana will be there, too, as will Desmond and Cal.”
“I’ve been thinking of telling Alanna and Lord Daniel as well.”
Keane shifts under me, “let’s get through this conversation first and then we can talk about bringing them in.”
“Okay,” I nod, relaxing back into his body.
Finally.
We’ll finally have our conversation with Zander and get some clarity. Everything of the past two years will finally be brought to fruition and we’ll get our answers tomorrow.
Hopefully.
I shift against Keane, knowing that I’ll also have to disclose the words of the book.
The thought makes me deeply uncomfortable as Hirovale is still a never-ending presence that lingers in the back of my mind.
And while I do my best to ignore what his presence here in the Old World means, I know deep in my soul that he has no intentions of letting me forget about him.
As if picking up on that thought, Stormfall glides through the inlet to the bathing room and lands on the edge of the tub. His yellows eyes land on the two of us from the opposite end, his black wings unfurrowing before they tuck back into his sides.
“Storm,” I sigh in greeting.
His yellow eyes flash a bright gold.
“Hirovale,” I grimace in correction.
I settle deeper into Keane behind me and feel him squeeze my thighs again.
The air around us turns cool as a slight breeze passes through the arch, the draft sending a shiver down my spine.
Keane remains relaxed but lifts his hands off my thighs, his arms falling back around my shoulders before he lets them cover my breasts under the water.
“Nothing he hasn’t seen before,” I murmur with a scowl.
Keane chuckles behind me and leans down to plant a hard kiss under my ear, his tongue darting out to my neck before his teeth bite down in a small nip.
“How are you okay with this?” I ask, exasperation dripping from my voice.
Keane chuckles again but doesn’t say anything, his playful smile widening at my neck. The tall Ancient moves into our small room from the inlet, his face grinning in amusement as he finds my gaze.
“He’s okay with this because he knows that he will let no other man see you naked, and he takes pride in the knowledge that I have chosen to do so, regardless.”
Keane squeezes my breasts under the water, agreeing with the Ancient.
I scowl up at Hirovale, “you’re another man.”
The Ancient flicks his gaze to Keane as he saunters up to the tub uninvited, and I don’t have to see him to feel the slight smirk that pulls at the Prince’s lips.
“Hirovale is no man, Alexis.”
I huff and lean back into his chest, eyeing the Ancient.
Hiro looks exactly the same as he did in Fumagalli, walking tall and sure of himself as he moves with the thick air surrounding his feet.
He’s wearing his deep grey tunic cut at the shoulders, and his black hair is waved perfectly over his youthful…
The Ancient tips his dark brows up in mock conceit.
…manly features.
Hirovale laughs and reaches a hand out to Stormfall, the four black etchings on his wrist a harsh contrast against his skin. He stands in front of the tub and looks down at the two of us in the water, his amused grin turning almost friendly.
“So… you get your answers tomorrow.”
Keane bows his head behind me, his voice steady, “or so we hope.”