Chapter 40 Tell me you want this
~Sage~
“Let me touch you. I want to feel it,” I cried in frustration.
“Not tonight. Some other time, I'll definitely let you feel it as much as you want. But no touching tonight.”
I tried to protest, but he silenced me with a wet kiss. My senses began to feel and I forgot every single thing that I'd been complaining about.
“Tell me you want this,” Keith groaned as he teased my entrance, poking it with his warm hardness but not quite sliding in. “I want to hear you say it.”
"I want this," I whispered against his lips. "I want you. Please, Keith, make love to me."
He sucked in a deep breath, pressed down on my lower belly, then entered me slowly, inch by devastating inch, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch was exquisite, bordering on pain but never quite crossing that line. By the time he was fully seated inside me, I felt impossibly full, connected to him in a way that went beyond the physical.
For a moment, neither of us moved. We just breathed together, foreheads pressed close, hearts beating in unity.
Then Keith began to move, and the world fell away.
He set a rhythm that was slow and deep, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back in with a force that made me gasp. Each thrust hit something deep inside me, building the pleasure all over again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, faster, needing more of him than I had ever needed anything in my life.
"You feel incredible," he groaned against my throat. "Like you were made for me."
I couldn't form words anymore. All I could do was hold on as he drove into me again and again, the pleasure mounting until I was teetering on the edge of another release. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the air, accompanied by the soft music our moans and groans made, and the distant song of crickets.
"Come for me again, Cinderella," Keith commanded, his pace increasing. "I want to feel you coming around my cock."
His hand slipped between our bodies, finding the sensitive spot at my apex and pressing hard.
“Oh…yes,” I cried with happiness, biting down on his bicep as he rubbed around it.
“You love that, don't you?”
I nodded, Una me to form words now.
He slapped my cheek slightly, not enough to cause pain but enough for a tingling sensation. “Let me hear you say it. I want your words.”
I gasped when he pushed himself all in and stayed there for a second, then slowing began to slide out, angling his waist so that the base or his cock could stroke my clit before he banged back into me again.
“Aah, yes…I-I love it.”
“Then come for me, baby,” he encouraged. “Come on, make me proud.”
He continued with his torture, and he leaned down to feast on my nipples while using his cock to tease my clit and bang stars into me.
The added stimulation was too much. I shattered with a cry, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me even more intensely than before.
Keith followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he found his own release. I felt the heat of him spilling inside me, marking me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. Keith rolled onto his back and pulled me against his chest, one hand stroking lazily up and down my spine. The air cooled the sweat on our skin, but his warmth kept me from feeling cold.
For a long time, neither of us spoke. We just lay there under the stars, wrapped in each other, existing in a bubble where nothing else mattered.
"I never knew it could be like that," I finally said, my voice hushed.
Keith pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Neither did I, baby. Neither did I."
We stayed in the meadow for another hour, talking about nothing and everything. Keith told me more about his mother, about the woman she had been before illness stole her away. I shared stories from my own childhood, the small happy moments that stood out against the harder times. We fed each other chocolate-covered strawberries and finished the champagne, laughing and kissing and pretending that the outside world couldn't touch us.
But eventually, reality began to creep back in.
The candles burned low, their flames guttering in the breeze. The night grew colder, and I shivered despite Keith's warmth. He noticed immediately, sitting up and reaching for his discarded shirt.
"We should head back," he said reluctantly. "Before someone notices we're both gone."
I nodded, even though the last thing I wanted was to return to the estate and all the complications waiting there. Tonight had been perfect, and I wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible.
We dressed in silence, stealing kisses between each piece of clothing. Keith helped me smooth down my hair and checked my makeup, making sure I looked presentable enough to walk back through the pack house without raising suspicion.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Even more beautiful than when we left."
I smiled and kissed him one last time before we climbed back into the car.
The drive back to the estate passed too quickly. I watched the trees blur past the window, memorizing every detail of the evening so I could replay it later when I was alone in my room. Keith held my hand the entire way, his thumb tracing patterns on my palm, as if he didn't want me to go.
When the lights of the pack house came into view, a knot of anxiety formed in my stomach. We were returning to the real world now, to the danger and deception and impossible choices.
Keith slowed the car as we approached the main gate, the estate looming ahead like a sleeping giant. But it wasn't just the estate that loomed ahead.
Just near the fountain at the center of the main courtyard, perhaps fifty yards from where the driveway curved toward the garage, stood alpha king Damon. He wasn't moving. He wasn't approaching. He was simply standing there, hands clasped behind his back, his face turned in our direction.