CHAPTER IV #9
“You engaged with Knowledge and Warrior…” he groans, sliding his fingers out slowly as I whimper against his back.
“Discerni and humans…” he plunges in so swiftly that his name echoes within the staircase hall.
“Men and women.”
“I need you, Keane,” I breathe heavily, reaching my own hand down as I slap his hard ass. “Please. I need you now.”
“Soon, trouble,” he chuckles, stepping onto our floor. “I’m not done praising you yet.”
My heart thuds in my chest as he walks strong down the hall, maneuvering his fingers to stay within me while he does.
“I know I’ve said this before, but you were a Queen tonight, Alexis…”
He adds another finger, arm flexing around my thighs when I moan his name.
“You represented me so beautifully.”
“I’m going to come,” I cry softly, my full body shaking.
“Save it,” he commands.
I hear our door open before he walks through, hear Storm’s wings flutter above us as he takes off for the balcony. Keane walks us under the arch and steps up to the side of the bed, his fingers finally pulling out of me so that he can rake his hand over my ass.
“You represented Disce,” he says proudly, giving my cheek a slap before he lifts me off his shoulder and throws me on the bed.
My back hits the sheets with a bounce, the coolness pressing against my hot body like a splash of cold water.
I look up at Keane with wanting eyes, raising my arms in the air to beckon him to me.
Keane sees the look, sees the way my body moves on the bed as I press my shoulders into the sheets, angling my chest up for him. He grabs my outstretched wrists in each of his hands and pushes them aggressively over my head, taking a knee at my side before he falls right on top of my body.
“Ancients,” my hips thrust up to greet him.
Keane’s mouth pushes my jaw to the side as we both roll our hips into the other.
“You were everything tonight, Alexis,” he repeats, releasing his hold on my wrists as his hands run down my arms. His teeth come down in a hard nip on my neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the small pain before he sucks me into his mouth.
My breathing becomes ragged, feeling his hands move to the sides of my head.
His fingers tangle roughly in my hair as he tilts my head even further, exposing me to his lips.
“Tonight was for you,” I remind him, running my own hands down the back of his neck.
“It was,” he nods, releasing my hair as he pushes himself up. His eyes lock on the side of my neck with a grin. “Though it was made perfect by you…”
His brown eyes flick to mine, holding them steady before he rolls his cock between my legs.
“Not a single person in that room tonight has any doubts as to where we are heading, Alexis, nor what will become of the two of us…”
My heart beats faster than ever.
Can he hear it?
Can he feel everything that I’m feeling right now? Or how fucking hot I am for him? For us? For everything he’s saying to me that affirms our lives together?
I reach up swiftly for the collar around my neck, unhooking the buttons as Keane chuckles and pushes himself farther off the bed so that he straddles the sides of my hips.
My fingers are shaking, too high on the two of us to keep them still, but the buttons finally come undone as I pull the fabric down and expose my breasts to him.
“I need you, Keane” I lean up on my elbows, reaching for his hips, “I’m already there.”
“I know it,” he grins smugly, eyes raking over my body in hunger.
He pulls off his tunic in a blink, then the black shirt that was under it. My gaze lands on his abdomen before it moves up to his chest, to the small jewel that rests proudly on his skin. I reach for that black granite with the biggest smile and grasp it between my fingers.
Keane’s hands reach for my wrists again, holding them tightly in front of his chest as he lifts them up and brings them to his lips.
He kisses every one of my knuckles slowly, the emotional touch doing more to my body than I can ever explain until he finally releases me and pushes my shoulders down, watching me fall back on the bed.
His hands reach for the dress on my thighs, his strong grip ripping the fabric away before he grabs my hips and flips me over on my front.
Oh, fuck.
I moan into the sheets, hearing him undo his pants and knowing exactly how he’s going to take me.
Keane grips my hips again and angles my ass in the air, giving me no warning before my full body is rocked across the bed.
That first thrust is purposeful, deep, telling me something that I can’t grasp in the moment because I’m so delirious with need.
He holds onto my hips hard, pulling himself out only to pump back in, my body nearly convulsing already from all the previous foreplay.
I shudder, feeling his hips rock into me, and surrender to him without a second thought.
This position from Keane, when he bends me over and does whatever he wants to my body, is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I can feel his full desire with every one of his thrusts, with every angle of my ass higher as he grips my hips harder, rocking into me, taking me as his.
I cry out his name and look over my shoulder, needing to see him in his most heated possession.
A deep groan of satisfaction leaves his lips when I meet his gaze, Keane’s brown eyes holding mine steady as his thrusts become more deliberate.
My full body begins to tremble at the raw sight of him, the two of us panting until we’re both coming undone together.
“The sight of you,” Keane breathes hard, holding onto my hips as he keeps himself buried inside me. “Bent over for me…”
I nod and drop my head to the bed in agreement. “I think it may be my favorite.”
“Alexis,” Keane says softly, fingers twitching against my hips before he pulls out slowly.
“I’ve told Your Grace before,” I turn on the bed and close my eyes in pure satisfaction, “you can bend me over any time you’d like.”
Keane groans and falls onto the sheets next to me.
“Can we sleep in today?” I murmur.
“We have the full day to ourselves,” he replies just as softly.
Sleep is coming quickly for us both, but I open my eyes to look at the man next to me, also noticing the small grin of satisfaction he has on his lips.
“Please don’t stare at me all night,” he smirks, eyes still closed.
“How?” I breathe quietly.
“Your heart,” he grins, opening his eyes to mine as we hold each other’s gaze. I sigh with a smile and close my eyes again, letting him draw me into his body before we both fall asleep.