CHAPTER XXII #3
Keane pulls out and grips my hip even harder, lifting my rear for his pleasure as he pumps in again.
I cry out at the angle and feel the base of his crock grind against me, every inch of him still throbbing from within.
The full of my body remains bent and pressed roughly against the ledge under me, each thrust causing the stone to grate against my arms and chest. His hand on my shoulder moves to the back of my neck to keep that position, my body lighting to flames when he pushes my head down and my cheeks meet the black granite as well.
The stone is cool against my skin as Keane thrusts in and out, his own body moving so forcefully from behind that I’m tossed forward with his. My breaths leave my chest in a wild exhale after every thrust, the force of his aggression sending an excited whimper from my lips…
Keane fucks.
He’s doing exactly what he said he was going to do.
His movements are savage and raw, taking me how he wants me, satiating his curiosity on how much I can surrender to him. He gives me no chance to play along, just bends me over and demands that I yield to him. And Ancients, I’m loving it.
I’ve never been taken like this. So possessively. But it feels good.
Damn good.
Each of his thrusts from behind are taking me like an obsession, his hands and cock claiming me and doing whatever they will.
My body heats to that obsession, to the raw lust and the animalistic moves coming from him as I try to hold onto the ledge for all I’m worth.
His next thrust finds my sweet spot and I cry out his name, feeling his hand moving from my neck to quickly fist my hair.
He pulls me roughly to him, making my back arch between us, using the angle as he continues to fuck me hard.
“Fuck, Alexis. You’re made for me,” Keane groans from behind, pulling out fully only to pound back in.
My moan is a loud cry as I give in to his roughness, letting his hand in my hair pull me back even farther as I meet every plunge.
His length hits so perfectly against my sweet spot that I feel myself pushing against every thrust, my body craving the violent orgasm I know is to come.
I give myself over and scream his name, feeling his next thrust not just lighting a fire within me but taking my whole fucking body over in flames.
Keane grips my hair tighter and pulls my head to the side, letting his length shove into me as my body falls back into the wall. His lips move to my neck in another claim, the two of us both moaning in an intense and final release.
“Ancients, Keane,” I let out a breath, feeling my legs shaking below me.
“Was that too much?” he asks, pulling himself out slowly.
“No,” I grin breathlessly. I don’t want his possession to end.
Keane smiles his approval against my skin and lets his teeth nip my shoulder, causing my body to twitch in response.
He chuckles at my slight shudder and then reaches a hand out for the robe hanging just barely over the side of my body, pulling it slowly around my back.
His fingers brush over my skin, watching my flesh shiver as he covers me and takes a step away.
I sigh into the ledge and try to regain myself, my breath coming out shallow as I turn to look at the aggressive Warrior Discerni behind me.
Keane stares at me with a hard, lustful gaze still in his eyes. His glance flicks to my cheeks, to the side that I know is also pink from rubbing against the stone at each of his claims. His lips turn up slightly in a small smile, enjoying the sight and seeing it as a testament of my strength.
I flush under his gaze and continue to watch him breathlessly, watch as his eyes run down my body through the opening at the front of the robe, his lips still smiling in approval while his gaze turns mischievous.
Ancients. I’m so hot right now. I want everything his rough body has done to me, is still doing to me. I want to turn my back to him and demand we begin again.
“I’ve never been taken like that before, Keane,” I smile at my thoughts.
Keane lets out a small groan, his gaze pulling off my body and back to my eyes. He moves to take a step into me but stops himself, a small frown covering that wicked smile.
“You let me do that to you…”
I grin again, more to myself and my own heated body.
“I let you do that to me,” I nod at him in proud satisfaction, my eyes coming alight.
“Never before, Keane. I’m not saying I’m inexperienced, but I’ve never had something like that before.”
Something so aggressive. So purely for himself.
“Ancients, Alexis,” Keane shakes his head as his hands come up quickly to the front of my robe. He pulls the fabric together, covering me to his gaze as I bite back a laugh.
“But you moved so well for me.”
I smirk.
“You took my control,” he continues with narrowed eyes, “you let me do that to you. Had I known…”
I shake my head at him and hold my grin, willing him to understand my next words.
“I trusted you, Keane, when you told me you’d fuck me senseless. It made me excited. And I trust you to do it again. My whole body is still aflame by your possession.”
I move towards him sensually and let my nails glide down his chest, “do you see me right now, Keane? Do you see how hot my body is for you? Bend me over any time you want, Your Highness. I liked the aggression and I want to experience more of it.”
Keane brings his hands swiftly to his chest to grip my wrists, looking down at me with his intense brown eyes.
“There is a line, Lady Alexis,” he says, making sure I understand his next words as well, “a line that can only be crossed together. We came close to it just now, but we need to find it together so I know how far I can go with you.”
Those are Warrior words.
He speaks of a line of fucking that I expected to see at the first night in his court, where men took women relentlessly and were fueled by their own lustful desires.
It’s the type of fucking that I’ve heard the women in Knowledge speak of in hushed whispers, rarely ever experiencing it themselves but still gossiping, nonetheless.
But I have experienced it, and I’m not ashamed of myself for liking it or wanting more.
I nod back up to Keane, letting him know that I understand his words even though I don’t want to back down from them.
“I want to feel more of something like this with you, Keane. I liked the roughness. I liked your control. It brought my body somewhere it’s never been before.”
I grin up at him, still holding his brown eyes with mine, “perhaps we can step a toe over that line once we find it?”
“Ancients, Alexis,” Keane groans, gripping my wrists harder and pulling me roughly into his body. His eyes are intense and heated, but they have a look of awe behind them as he nods in small agreement.
“You are everything.”
We were out of the city of Gaumond just as the sun peaked its head over the horizon, back on the road and riding hard for the Green Valley.
We would stop again for the night in Dalloway, though this time it would be at an inn in the thick of the city and closer to the twin bridges.
Our navigation of the twin cities of Dalloway and Agnor would be quicker this time as the two of us were no longer stealthed.
We wouldn’t have to move among the patrons at a slow speed on our way back to Bardot, and it was speed that we greatly needed.
Word had traveled out of Gaumond that the Prince was not in the Knowledge Capitol, just as the brothers suspected. We needed to ride fast over the next few days to cover the lost time that he should have been spending in the castle.
My full body was sore when we stopped midday at another of Sutton and Tripler’s quarries for lunch.
It was sore from the hard ride to Gaumond and the fact that we had no real break since the moment we took off.
It was sore from doing the same thing just as quickly after we arrived, only to ride hard again.
But most of all it was sore from Keane, from the way he touched me and left my ass and hips riddled with delicious reminders of him.
There was a never-ending hollowness between my thighs that ached for him at every move in my saddle, the soreness leaving a heated imprint on my body of all the things we had done in Gaumond.
I loved the way it made me feel, but couldn’t deny that it also made my legs a little wobbly.
Especially when I dismounted and had to lean on Millie for quiet support.
Keane saw me then, my eyes closed and head pressed on Millie’s saddle as I stood against her, willing my legs to cooperate. I could hear his amused and proud chuckle from behind, the sound of his small laugh telling me he knew exactly what I was experiencing and why.
“I don’t like you right now,” I whisper with a smile, knowing his Discerni ears would hear me.
Keane only laughs again, his voice low and sensual, “fine by me.”
We reached Dalloway just before sunset, greeting the black granite buildings with large smiles.
The black of the Court of Warrior banners flew everywhere, each with their own deep grey stash across them as we made our way down the main road.
Many people recognized the Prince in our ride, each bowing and trying to pay their respects.
Some even smiled up and greeted me with Stormfall, giving their quick hellos paired with curious glances at the Prince and I riding together.
It was a surreal feeling watching the patrons greet me, though one that had me smiling throughout.
It was the first time I was traveling with Keane openly and without any other companions or formal purpose.
We traveled together only as two people who chose to spend their moments together, even if one of those people was the Prince and heir to the Kingdom of Disce.