Chapter 117: Deviant
Keenan woke up hard. He was unsure if he had been dreaming but the instant his eyes flew open, he became acutely aware of his arousal.
The next thing he noticed was the darkness. The lone candle had burnt itself out, leaving hardened rivulets of wax behind. Moonlight barely shone through the gaps in the curtains and dark shadows covered every corner.
The dark didn’t stop him from noticing how close she was. Close enough that he could feel her cool breath on his arm, her sweet honey scent enveloped him and his pants felt even more uncomfortable.
Keenan blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He turned to see her sleeping right next to him. She slept facing him, softly breathing through her nose with a hand to her chest.
He didn’t like how quickly his eyes adjusted. He could see her clearly now. The covers stopped around her slender waist and he could easily make out the outline of her breast even in the dark.
His jaw tightened and he forced himself to look away. He wasn’t oblivious to how she was dressed—he couldn’t even lie to himself if he wanted to. Only a blind man would miss that.
When she appeared in the doorway, he had almost thrown caution to the wind and leapt at her. However, he couldn’t bring himself to fall so easily for such an obvious trap.
But he couldn’t deny that she had completely caught him off guard, and if he was any closer, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to send her away so easily.
He had returned to bed because he was done with his work and it was his bed after all. He didn’t like that she thought he was avoiding coming to his bed. He could sleep in it if he wanted to; it had nothing to do with her.
She made a soft sound in her throat, drawing his attention and before he could figure out why she made the sound, she rolled and her butt pressed against his leg.
Keenan lay as stiff as a rock as she pressed her back against him. Her hair was on his shoulder and he wondered how she could roll so easily with a wounded arm—she was practically on top of him.
Thinking about her injured arm was simply a way to distract himself and a way to try to gain control of the situation. He could feel logic leave him and his entire being was focused on how she smelled even better this close.
She was still asleep; her breathing was as steady as when he woke up. She nestled closer, her cool body finding comfort in his warmth. He knew this because she sighed satisfactorily as she stopped moving.
He wanted to move away. There was enough space for him to get away from her without falling off the bed. Better yet, he could put a pillow between them to stop her from getting closer.
He didn’t do any of that. Rather, he leaned forward and traced the outline of her breast before his palm covered it.
Was it because he knew she wouldn’t refuse him? But that wasn’t enough reason to succumb to his lust. While they were in the castle, things were different—a lot of circumstances had led to that.
But they weren’t in the castle any longer.
Right now, he couldn’t say he wasn’t aware of what he was doing. No, that wasn’t the right phrasing. He couldn’t say he couldn’t stop himself. He could. He should.
But he didn’t want to.
He leaned over and gently kissed the side of her face, her ear, and her neck as he fondled her breast. He adjusted so his erection was pressed right against her backside.
He took a sharp breath as the pressure sent a pleasant shiver from the tip of his cock to the base. He ground against her before he could stop himself.
He felt her nipple harden in his palm and Keenan pinched it between his index and middle finger while he gently massaged it. They were soft, better than he had imagined, and they fit perfectly in his hand.
Keenan knew the instant she woke up—her heartbeat increased—and he felt his cock harden even more as he anticipated her reaction.
Keenan bit her ear in retaliation to his excitement. He wasn’t some sexual deviant but it was hard to remember that.
He parted her legs with his, his wet tip grazing against the fabric of his pants as he pressed her against him. All he could think about was burying himself between her legs.
He had self-control—he knew that. However, his hand had a mind of its own. He pulled his hand from her chest and hitched her dress up. He could hear her soft, shocked gasp but she slightly lifted to make it easier for him to pull her nightdress upward.
He swore against her ear. How was he going to show he wasn’t some sexual deviant when she didn’t make it difficult? It would be easier to stop if she refused him.
He hitched the dress all the way to her waist and she pressed her naked backside against his engorged cock.
"By the heavens!" He swore against the back of her head as he grabbed her chest again.
He was trying to get a rein on the situation and she was making it worse. It was pathetic how easily he could be swayed. However, Keenan could hardly feel shame.
All he could think about was invading her depths. Staking his claim. What am I thinking? He must be losing it—he was acting no different from an animal.
His pants were still on and he kept his hands imprisoned on her chest to keep from taking them off. Her soft moans as he teased her nipples made it hard for him to see reason.
His hands moved and undid his pants before he could stop himself and this time when she pressed against him, Keenan knew there was no way he would back out now.
He raised her leg to give him more access as the head of his cock found what he was looking for and he pushed right into her sweet hole. She cried out as her tight, slick hole suckled his cock.
"Fuck!" He swore as his entire body vibrated.
He pushed against her, his seed threatening to spill out of him as he buried himself deep. He could almost taste how good it was.
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