The King's Lover
Chapter 213: The Cusp

Chapter 213: The Cusp

Rose’s breath caught in her throat as her body trembled with each thrust. Her fingers clawed at the crown prince’s back through his clothes, desperate for grounding, her lips parted in a cry that resounded in the room.

Their rhythm faltered only slightly when she moaned again, her body tightening up as another climax crept up too soon. Her thoughts frayed at the edges, unable to focus on anything but the molten fire winding in her gut.

"Your Majesty—" she choked, breathless, a plea without words.

He silenced her with a kiss, lips rough and hot against hers, swallowing her sounds completely. Rose closed her eyes as they kissed, pressing against him as she grabbed the back of his head. free\we\bnov(e)(l).com

Caius moved her hips at a steady rhythm. Rose felt numb from her knees down while the rest of her body was on fire. Her nightdress was hanging on for dear life, and Rose knew if she moved a little, it would all fall off her.

She could feel the tremor in the crown prince’s muscles as he held onto her, his fingers tightening against her waist as he clung to the little restraint he had left. One of his hands moved from her waist to trace the curve of her back, moving under her nightdress, while the other had a steady grip on her waist.

Rose’s lungs felt empty at the lack of air, but all that didn’t matter. The only thing that did was the feeling building up in her gut, and she thrashed about, moving her hips in rhythm as she sought bliss. freew\e bnovel.com

Rose gasped against Caius’s lips as she found the wave. It took her closer and closer to the edge, and just as she was about to climax, Caius broke the kiss, lifting her off his legs. Rose kicked her legs as she whimpered, the feeling of bliss fading faster than it had arrived.

She groaned in protest and tried to sit back down, but the crown prince didn’t give her the chance and placed her on the bed. Rose clamped her legs together and lifted her back off the bed, almost reaching for him.

Rose moved on the bed, the nightdress mangled and twisted. It had been ripped, and rolling about on the bed didn’t help. Right now, it covered nothing as her chest was completely exposed to Caius’s gaze.

He loomed over her, and without breaking eye contact, took off his clothes. Rose melted under his gaze, and when he finally climbed onto the bed, she wasted no time rushing into his arms.

But Caius spun her so she had her back to him. He locked her arms behind her as she knelt, and he pushed her forward so she had no other choice but to lift her rear into the air.

Rose gasped as her face slammed onto the bed. It didn’t hurt as much as it was shocking, and she realized she couldn’t even stay upright by herself as the crown prince had her wrists locked together behind her back.

"Your Majesty," she tried to say, but her words didn’t get past the sheets.

Caius spread open her legs, and without any warning, impaled her. Rose felt his entrance reverberate through her whole body, and she moaned against the bed, her cries muffled.

Rose felt her head start to spin as Caius thrust against her sensitive spots relentlessly. The sounds of bodies slapping against each other filled the room. All she could do was hang on for the ride that was driving her to the point of insanity.

He had been considerate earlier, there was no doubt about it. Right now, Rose didn’t even get the chance to form thoughts. Her face had a constant dazed expression as she was battered with a constant flux of intense pleasure.

Rose shivered as the dam got full again, tempting to burst forth. She groaned, twisting her whole body, but Caius’s grip on her was tight. She couldn’t even fight him off if she wanted to—not that she wanted to.

Rose was on the cusp, right on it. The pleasure that had built up from before and now crashed onto each other, and Rose spasmed, climaxing so intensely her legs gave out from under her. Caius let go of her wrists and grabbed her waist, holding her up himself.

She could tell it wouldn’t be long now, but all she could do was lie there unmoving, her body shaking from the climax. She felt him stiffen a little, then he thrust once, twice, thrice—and then stopped moving.

Rose closed her eyes. She was spent. All she wanted to do was sleep now. It was not only a rough evening but a rough night too. Suddenly, Caius lifted her, and she opened her eyes to see she was lying on his chest—and by the sparkle in his eyes, this was merely a break.

Rose was mortified. She could feel him against her stomach, but she knew better than to be deceived. Soon he would be ready to go again, and he would for even longer this time.

Caius lifted a hand to her face as he studied her. Rose tore her gaze away from him and laid the side of her face on his chest. This was awkward, almost uncomfortable. Now that she wasn’t in the throes of passion, she could think again, and every part of her brain was rejecting this.

Caius didn’t touch her further before pulling his hand away. He had seen the look on her face when she turned away, and he wondered if she was being shy.

However, this was far from the case, as Rose was convincing herself there was a reason for this. A very important one. And now that she felt she had appeased him to some extent, it was time to make her request. Besides, when he was done with her, he would be out of her room before she would be able to get a word out.