Chapter 232: Dining Table
From the moment Rose walked into the dining room with a confused expression, Caius had only been thinking of one thing, and if it weren’t bad table manners—not that Caius cared much about that—to invite her for dinner only to turn around and have his fill of her first, he would have sent all the servants out much earlier and taken her right by the door. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he was thinking that he did like their door escapades.
Right now, she had him locked between her legs, and the way she moved her hips was enough to make him lose his sanity. Caius kissed her deeply, and Rose kissed him just as hard, tightening her grip around his waist.
Caius swore against her lips and placed a palm down on the table. Rose moaned, and Caius lost it; he broke the kiss, and Rose looked at him with a dazed expression—her eyes showed her desire.
Caius looked down. The skirt of her dress had been hitched up to her waist, revealing legs adorned in stockings tied with garters just above her knees.
Rose leaned back, and Caius stood to his full height. She untangled her arms from his neck and placed her palms behind her. This provided adequate support, and Rose slightly lifted her bum off the table, grinding on the crown prince.
Caius swore and leaned forward, his hand back on the table. He was straining against his breeches; through the uncomfortable feeling, all he could think about was penetrating her. Rose wasn’t being very kind—he was on the verge of losing it, and she wouldn’t stop tempting him.
Caius kissed her lips again, and Rose kissed him back. She groaned against his mouth, moving her hips. She couldn’t stay still. She could feel a rush spreading from the warmth between her legs. Rose moaned as Caius pressed against her sensitive spot. It felt like it had a heart of its own—Rose could almost feel it pulse.
Caius broke the kiss, and Rose took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling hard. Caius’ eyes locked on her bosom peeking above her dress, but his aim was even lower.
Caius undid her legs from around his waist, and she sat on the table once again. Rose felt a tug on her waist as though her underwear was being pulled. The fabric didn’t stand a chance—it ripped, exposing her privates to him.
Caius’ brown eyes blazed, and he touched her. It felt like she had been starving for so long and had finally been given something to eat. Rose trembled against Caius as he lightly caressed her folds with his fingers. He found a rhythm as he gently massaged her entrance. Her palms dug deeper into the table; it was the only thing keeping her from grabbing him.