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.
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.
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.