Chapter 186: Well-fed Cat
Caius broke the kiss suddenly and turned her so she faced the wall. He pressed her against the door, his head against her neck as he kissed the back and sides of it. Rose could feel him pressed up against her as he slowly gathered up her skirt.
"Your Majesty," Rose moaned, as Caius caressed the sensitive spots around her neck with his lips.
He was relentless with his kisses—light kissing, sucking, and biting. Rose tried to hold back her moans, but she was doing a terrible job. Her hands lay flat against the door, and she wondered if he would take her here. Rose almost smacked herself at the thought, but everything was getting hot—it was impossible to act rationally.
He pressed against her, and she could feel how hard he was through his breeches. Rose clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. He only had his lips on her neck—why did she feel this way? It was useless to struggle, but it wasn’t that she wanted to.
Caius lifted her skirt, revealing her underwear, and she heard him take in a sharp breath as he pulled away from her neck. He pressed her exposed rear against his erection, and Rose fought the urge to rub her rump all over his crotch.
He pulled away, and she heard the sound of ripping. The poor fabric didn’t stand a chance against the force of his arousal. Rose didn’t even get a chance to react as Caius wasted no time undoing his belt.
He placed himself at her already wet entrance, and Rose squirmed, lifting her ass. She didn’t understand the urgency she felt—it didn’t make sense, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want this.
"Spread your legs," Caius commanded, his voice raspy and filled with desire.
Rose moved her legs to his command, her palms spreading too to give her proper grip on the door as she arched her waist.
Caius swore, squeezing her fair exposed behind with one hand while the other held her waist in place, but he still didn’t slip in. Rose could feel a growing itch deep within her that felt like only he could scratch it and it seemed as if he was refusing to.
Rose moved without meaning to, rubbing her wetness around his hardened shaft. He gripped her waist tighter as he took in a sharp breath.
"I thought you’d come to me," his voice was unsteady as he spoke. She could hear the struggle in his tone.