The King's Lover
Chapter 212: Breathless

Chapter 212: Breathless

With every touch, Rose felt her body grow hotter, and her senses became more muddled. Her thoughts were harder to grasp, and the deeper the kiss got, the fewer constraints she had. The kisses were invasive, but there was a softness to them. Rose’s hand moved to the side of his face, cupping it as she kissed him back.

Caius broke the kiss, and Rose opened her eyes to see him staring at her. His pupils were dilated, making his irises look smaller than normal. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath while he slowly leaned back to a sitting position. Her hand dropped to the bed, but she didn’t stop looking at him, and neither did he.

Caius was still dressed in his full attire for the ball; he hadn’t taken a single piece of clothing off before he came to seek her. His eyes darkened as he stared at her up and down. He didn’t have the patience to take anything off. Perhaps it was a good thing she had spared him the trouble of taking off her dress—he might have ended up slicing it off with his sword.

Rose could see the lust in his eyes as he watched her lie on the bed. His hand moved to her legs, and he slowly started to lift her dress while still locking eyes with her. Rose jerked—his glove felt weird against her bare skin, a little cold, she was used to his warm hands.

Rose grabbed his hand on her thigh and lifted it so she could see. The crown prince gave her an odd stare, but he didn’t stop her; rather, he looked curious as to what she was about to do.

Rose tried to take off the leather glove, but it didn’t budge easily. She moved his hand closer to her face and bit into the tip of his finger, making sure it was just the leather. She moved her head backward while supporting it with her fingers to take off his glove.

It came undone, and Rose felt some accomplishment—but that quickly died when she looked at Caius. There was a dark, almost sinister look in his eyes, and Rose could tell immediately that she might have bitten off more than she could chew—literally.

Caius’s eyes flared, and she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt coming undone. It was too fast—he undid it with just one hand. However, she didn’t fully process it before the crown prince grabbed her by the legs, pulled her downwards so he could easily grab her waist, and lifted her off the bed.

"Your Majesty," Rose cried as she was placed over the crown prince’s legs. She was still dressed in her nightdress, and the robe was still on.

He planted her across his legs while he sat on the bed, and Rose had no choice but to straddle him. The first contact was heart-stopping, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to brace herself. freeNovelFire

Caius grabbed her exposed rear with his ungloved hand, her dress gathering at her waist. He pushed down, and a soundless scream escaped her lips, her head leaning backward as her body adjusted to accommodate him. She gripped his neck tightly and leaned forward, gasping against his neck.

The familiar feeling of him sliding right in still had the same exhilarating effect, and it left her breathless. Rose wasn’t the only one on the verge of undoing. Caius swore as she sat on him, needing more than a moment to recover. He felt her shiver against him, her walls closing in on him—slick and tight. The sensation was enough to drive a grown man mad.

"Fuck!" Caius swore against her before lifting her and slamming her back onto himself.

Rose gasped, and her fingers dug into his back. She bit down on her lips to keep from screaming out, but her hips had a mind of their own, her body already enjoying the sensation of the thrust and pull.

Caius swore again as he lifted her bum, and Rose’s arms tightened against him as she braced herself for the sweet feeling. He pressed her down on himself, and she twirled her hips as he was buried deep in her, her moan echoing in the room.

Caius pressed his face against her bosom through the sheer fabric, and she arched her back. She heard a sound and felt pressure on her neck just before the nightdress ripped, exposing her pale breasts and pink pointed nipples to him.

Caius swore and didn’t hesitate to take one into his lips. They were locked together, his tongue sucking and tugging while his hands grabbed her behind, squeezing her butt cheeks. f .r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om

Rose let out an ungodly sound, her hips moving. It was hard to think in this position, and Caius seemed to enjoy torturing her. "Your Majesty," she moaned.

"Hmm," he replied, a nipple between his teeth.

Caius moved to the second and paid as much attention as he did to the first, all the while locking her in place so she couldn’t move as she wanted.

"Your Majesty," Rose tried again. She sounded on the verge of tears. "Please."

"Please what?" Caius asked, looking up at her with a bud between his lips.

Rose felt like she might die before she could say the words, but the crown prince looked like he had every intention of having his way, and she would be at his mercy.

"I’d like to move, please," Rose whispered with a flustered expression.

"Like this?" Caius asked, lifting her and slamming her back into him.

"Ohh, Your Majesty," she cried and buried her face in his neck.

Caius swore and kept the movement steady, listening to Rose moan into his ears. It was hard to get control when she sounded like that—gasping, jerking with every movement, and shivering against him.

Suddenly, she dug her fingers deeper into his neck, and her body stiffened. He knew she was close as her words seemed to seize and her body went into a frenzy.

Caius swore as her walls tightened against him, sucking him in. He gripped her waist tightly as he felt himself crash onto the waves. It was a losing fight—not when she was this wet, tight, and responsive.

She shivered some more and convulsed against him. It was hard, it was fast, and she screamed his name as she fell against him, putting all her weight on him. Caius grunted as he poured his seed into her tight space.

Rose heard him grunt once, twice, then everything stopped. Her body felt a little heavy from the aftermath, and her core still throbbed from where they were connected. Caius didn’t try to separate them; rather, he held her in that manner for a bit.

She realized she could hear his heartbeat slow down—and hers wasn’t slow either. It was beating like it might jump out of her chest. She didn’t want to say anything—didn’t even know if she should—and it didn’t help that Caius just sat unmoving.

However, Rose knew they were far from being done. Knowing the crown prince, he might get even more excited soon enough. The thought had not fully formed in her head when she felt him grow within her.

Rose’s eyes flew open, and she sat upright, staring the crown prince right in the face. The latter had a devious smile on, but Rose could feel the panic in her chest.

"Your Majesty," she called.

Caius didn’t reply immediately; rather, he popped a nipple into his lips and sucked on it. Rose felt herself waver, and she felt a pleasant sensation spread from where he sucked to the rest of her body.

Caius’s hand moved from under her rear to where they joined and pushed a finger in. The space was already too tight—to add a finger was too much for Rose to bear. She tried to protest, but Caius locked her in place with his other hand and his mouth on her lips, so all she could do was rotate her hips—but that only made it worse.

Rose grabbed his shoulders, but that didn’t stop him, and no matter how hard she dug, he still wore clothes. Caius finally pulled out his finger, and she gasped in relief—only to have him push in as deep as he could go.

Caius let out a ragged breath, almost a growl, and held her tighter. They were still fully clothed—well, mostly him. Rose’s clothes were ripped to shreds at this point. They tangled in intense desire, moving together in a slow, aching rhythm.

Rose moved against him, her body welcoming the intrusion again, and she matched his pace, slowly moving to the rhythm. But something told her it was just for her to get used to him, as Caius was going to pick it up soon. As soon as she thought this, he slammed right in, and she had to grip him as her whole body shook from the force.