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Chapter 20
Keyon pressed his mouth against hers with a growl, the vibrations traveling down her body and settling at her center. He ate at her mouth, devouring her like a wild beast. Eloise locked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, fighting to feel more of him.
Keyon grabbed a fistful of her skirts and tugged them up. “Hold them for me, love,” he whispered.
Eloise fitfully grabbed at her skirts while her hips rubbed against him, looking for his touch in a mindless, lustful haze. Keyon grabbed her by her naked hips and pressed her center against his thigh.
Eloise moaned in relief. Lord, how lovely it felt! She rubbed her wet folds against his skin, chasing the feeling of bliss, trying to feel more of him. She wanted to feel him inside her, entering her warmth, filling her.
He kissed her neck instead, laved her salty skin with his tongue. Eloise whimpered as she continued moving rhythmically against his thigh.
“Yes, that’s right,” he coaxed. “Take your pleasure; take what you need from me.”
“I need you, Keyon. Please.”
Keyon moved his fingers to her center and spread her folds.
“Ah!” She let out a cry of ecstasy. But it wasn’t enough.
“I want you to fill me, Keyon. I want—”
Keyon grabbed her by her thighs and pushed her against the window with a growl. She threw her head back, moaning as she spread her legs wider. Keyon hooked her knees over his elbows, holding her open for him. He guided his cock to her center and laved his tip with her juices.
“Is that what you want?” he growled.
Eloise raised her hips, taking more of him, and he hissed.
“More,” she moaned. “I want more.”
With a groan, he thrust inside her and seated himself to the hilt in one swift motion. Eloise cried out, gripping his shoulders with her hands, her inner muscles gripping tightly at his cock. This feeling of being filled so deliciously gave her temporary relief. But then he moved, grazing her sensitive skin in all the right places, and she sank her fingers into his hard muscles.
Yes, more.
Keyon leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the window, and thrust again. Eloise pressed her back against the cool glass of the window. Her one knee still hooked over his shoulder, her other leg slid down to wrap around his waist and hold him closer. Keyon pulled out a few inches and drove back inside her with a powerful thrust.
Eloise gasped and whimpered at the contact. Sweat dripped down her face and neck. Keyon pulled out and drove inside her again, watching her as he did so. He kept repeating the rhythmic motions, his speed accelerating, the smack of the flesh meeting flesh echoing inside the bare walls. Their moans melded into one as they took what they wanted from each other, basking in their carnal delights.
Keyon plundered her like a beast, not willing to slow down or soften his thrusts. And Eloise was glad for it. She spurred him on, letting the fire in his eyes and wildness of his thrusts feed the sparks of her desire until the fire inside consumed her.
She came, crying out in delight just as Keyon spilled the seed inside her.
Eloise fell limp in his arms, and Keyon held her close to him, still inside her, only softer now. His head was in the crook of her shoulder, sweat dripped down his face and neck. They stood like that, pressed up against the window; she in his arms, he inside her warmth, holding each other, delighting in each other; not taking anything, only giving.
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Shadows played on Eloise’s skin, thrown by the candle, mixed with the various colors reflected off the mosaic window. Keyon’s finger traced the ornaments on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. After the interlude against the window, they had made love once more, unhurriedly this time. He had slowly taken off her clothes and worshiped every inch of her body.
Now Eloise lay on the floor atop his coat, spent, while he continued studying every crevice of her body with his finger.
“How lovely you are,” he said in a dreamy voice.
Eloise had never heard him speak this way. His tone was always certain, his voice held purpose. And now he just sounded like a little boy, exploring the world full of wonder.
He’d offered her the world, this man—to rule by his side as his queen—and she wished for nothing more than being able to say yes.
In his arms, she felt treasured, protected. And in her arms, he felt innocent again. She wanted to preserve that innocence in him. She wanted to see him smile more often. She wanted him beside her, always.
If only Ford hurried up and did whatever Keyon asked of him.
