CHAPTER XVIII #3
I grimace at the tone but store my curiosity for another day.
As much as I’d like to delve into why I’ve only seen Keane in Bardot a handful of times in my life, that question will have to be saved for another time that isn’t already ripe with more unanswered questions.
Instead, I focus all of my attention on the satin shirt in front of me that I’ll wear to greet the King.
Keane’s arms suddenly wrap around my waist from behind, and for the first time ever, I’m not taken by surprise by his Discerni speed as my mind remains too consumed by what lays ahead.
He squeezes my hips and presses me back into his chest, his lips falling down in a soft kiss on top of my head as I close my eyes with a sigh.
“Should we ease this tension from you, Alexis?” he whispers into my ear, hands dipping down to my thighs. His rough palms skim over my bare skin before they work their way back up under my robe.
A shuddering breath escapes my lips.
“I need the tension,” I shake my head.
“Hmm,” he kisses me again, “are you sure?”
Am I?
I don’t know.
I do know that I can feel myself battling between anxiety and new excitement, thoroughly knowing that Keane can help ease the worries that are clamoring in my head.
I can feel my body aching for him already, desperately wanting to feel his touch and the pure triumph that will happen when he brings me to ruin.
“You need this...” he whispers, hands spreading my legs wide as I sigh into him again.
Perhaps I do. Anything to take my mind off the inevitable.
Keane moves his fingers past my center and skims my stomach, grinning when I tremble and arch my back into his chest. His fingers lightly trace over my nipples through my night slip before taking the full weight of my breasts into his palms, his hands kneading and squeezing in a relaxing way that I’ve never felt from him before.
“Keane,” I sigh softly.
“Alexis,” he smirks my name, then nips down on my ear.
I gasp at the small sting and flush my ass back, feeling his hard length waiting for me as I tilt my head for his lips. Keane’s tongue darts out before he nips down on my neck, one of his hands leaving my breast with another squeeze before it circles up around my throat.
“This tension is mine,” he squeezes softly, “your worries are mine.”
A soft moan falls from my lips, my body heating at the way he demands that I surrender to his hold. I grab his hips behind me and nod in agreement, thoroughly wanting him to just take control.
“It’s yours.”
Keane grins against my neck, his lips and tongue moving in a way that is meant to leave a mark.
He tightens his hand around my neck and reaches the other for the front of my robe, his fingers casually pulling at the knot in the front before he loosens the fabric.
I feel it drop away before he gathers the bottom of my night slip and exposes me bare.
“I want you to watch me, trouble. Watch how your body comes alive for me.”
I groan and glance down, seeing his thumb land on my clit before he starts up a calm torment. He lets two of his fingers gently slide down my folds, his hold on my throat loosening just slightly so that I can watch everything he’s doing.
“Fuck,” he breathes in my ear, “so hot, Alexis, so wet.”
I moan when he teases my entry, fingers gliding through the wetness that always waits to greet him.
“So willing,” he thrusts inside without hesitation.
“Keane!”
I let go of his hip and grip his hand between my legs, following his movements as he pulls out and then pumps back in. I roll my hips to his thrust and feel my lust coating both our fingers, watching as Keane pulls out again and then intwines our hands together.
“You want to join, trouble?” he chuckles.
I moan and let him arch a finger against mine, his hand directing us both as we slide back inside perfectly.
Everything is hot and wet and tight, but the most consuming sensation is feeling how hard his cock pulses behind me.
Keane groans and curls his finger at my side, finding that delicate spot inside that has me panting against his chest. He pulls us out and then thrusts us back in, the sight of him directing everything so overwhelming that I sag into his hold.
“Do you feel this?” he rumbles, thumb circling my clit as his other hand tightens around my neck, “do you feel how your body reacts to me?”
“I feel us both,” I moan and press back against his length, hips jerking in a grinding motion as he sets us to a steady rhythm.
I drop my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, calling out his name when he adds another finger to the two already there.
Keane squeezes my throat in a brazen possession, his hot breath caressing the side of my neck as my body relaxes in pure bliss.
“That’s right, Alexis,” he pulls out and plunges back in, “just you and me, trouble. Nothing matters but this.”
“Nothing…” I breathe.
Keane smirks against my neck, thumb rubbing my clit until I’m moaning for my release. He quickly pulls our hands away and then brings them to my chest, his head leaning with another smirk before he captures my finger between his lips.
“Fucking Ancients.”
I nearly come right then.
My eyes dart open and catch Keane’s wicked grin, watching as he sucks my wetness dry with a mischievous glint in his gaze. He tightens his grip around my throat and then pulls my finger out of his mouth, the sultry action making me grind hard against his cock until my breath hitches in my chest.
“Keep watching us, Alexis.”
I moan and give him complete control. Keane glides our hands over my breast before he reaches out to tease my nipple.
He tugs hard enough to send a shiver straight between my thighs, then moves my fingers in a way that makes me repeat the same motion.
I cry out his name and reach for his hand around my throat, my thighs pressing together as I clench around nothing.
“Harder.”
I don’t know what I’m demanding, for Keane to grip me tighter around the neck or for his fingers to torment my nipple harder. Perhaps it’s a little bit of both, and when Keane chuckles knowingly, he does just that and asserts his control on my body.
“You like this…” he groans, nipping down on my neck, “you like my control.”
“Yes,” I nod shamelessly, watching as he skims our hands back down my stomach. He pulls my night slip up again and then brings two of my fingers together to place them on my clit. He has no hesitation as he makes me rub circles there, knowing exactly how to touch me, how to have me touch me.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper breathlessly.
“You’re going to make yourself come,” he corrects.
“Yes,” I nod again.
Keane directs my thumb to my clit, then guides two of my fingers back to my entry.
“Please.”
Keane squeezes my throat and then thrusts our fingers inside.
“Fuck!”
My body tightens to the intrusion, the silky warmth of me squeezing us both as Keane begins to pump us in and out. I circle my thumb against my clit and grind against our hands, every moan falling from my lips a praise in Keane’s name.
“Such a good girl, Alexis,” he groans in approval, “I can watch you touch yourself all day. Don’t stop, trouble.”
He pulls our fingers out and then plunges back in, his single finger flicking against mine as he thrusts his cock against my ass. I cry out and squeeze his hand on my throat, then reach down to grasp my breast as I tug and twist my nipple to the same rhythm as our thrusts.
“Fuck me, you’re a sight. Come for me, beautiful. Come all over your pretty fingers.”
Keane’s next thrust is so perfectly deep that I quite literally feel all of the tension explode from my body. I tighten around our fingers and moan into my orgasm, my legs trembling and shaking as Keane curls us inside to catch my wet release.
“Dear Ancients…” I moan.
I relax into my Prince, my eyes closing once again as he grins into my neck. Keane pulls us out and then thrusts back in, his hand on my throat loosening as he nips down below my ear.
“You needed that,” he chuckles.
I nod and let him pull me tighter into his embrace, his hand leaving my throat to circle around my waist. I twitch in his arm and thrust my ass into his length, grinning when it throbs in obvious desire.
“Your turn.”
I slowly pull our hands out from between my thighs and turn around.
“No,” he shakes his head, “that was purely for you.”
This man…
I scowl and dip my fingers to his abdomen, wanting to feel him come apart for me.
“No, Alexis,” he stops my movement with a smirk, grabbing hold of my wrists before he tugs me into his chest.
“But…”
“I meant what I said. That was purely for you. I’ll find my release when I get back to my room. You’ve given me a lot to envision when I do.”
My eyes widen on his, “and you say I’m trouble.”
“You are,” he laughs, releasing both of my wrists as his hands move down my body. He lets them skim the sides of my breasts before reaching up again, his palms cupping my face as his brown eyes hold mine.
“Keane…” I sigh.
You’re perfect.
Keane smirks and presses his lips into mine, parting them easily and letting his tongue push through.
He deepens the kiss and takes control again, the urgency in his movements telling me that he’s serious enough to let this encounter end only with my high.
I sigh into his kiss and fall into his embrace, truly knowing that I could do this for the rest of my life.
Keane feels me yield and squeezes the sides of my jaw in return, his mouth claiming mine before he moves his hands to the back of my neck.
“Every damn thing I need, Alexis,” he smiles.
I frown when he takes a step back and then releases us completely. Keane smirks when I follow his step, his brown eyes lighting in amusement as he shakes his head in another denial.
“We’ll go into the full morning if we keep this up, Alexis,” he chuckles.