CHAPTER 278: DIVINE

Caius half expected some resistance when he tried to kiss Rose and was pleasantly surprised when he got none. He wasted no time taking her lips, just like a man dying of thirst being offered water.

Her lips were just as soft as he remembered, the way she often hesitated to kiss him back with tongue. Caius didn’t care; he wanted every inch of her, and he intended to get it.

He pressed against her, his hard-on threatening to rip out of his pants. He had held on too long, and as always, he was starting to wonder why he had stayed away in the first place. She tasted divine. He knew he could never get his fill of her.

Caius lifted her as they kissed, and Rose wrapped her arms and legs around him. Caius internally swore. He wanted to plunge into her right now, to feel her slick, tight walls around him. The thought was enough to make him lose his footing, and his pants felt even tighter.

She rubbed against him, tightening her grip around his waist, and Caius pulled on her hair, breaking the kiss. He was trying to hold on to control, and here she was making him forget what that even meant.

She looked down at him, her arms around his neck, and held his gaze. Her hazel-green eyes stared intensely at him. Caius felt his heart skip a beat, but it must be all the excitement.

Her chest heaved as she stared down, her bosom rising and falling. Her face was flushed, and some of her hair fell onto her face. Even in the night light, he could see just how beautiful she was.

Caius moved in quick strides, barely looking at the way as he carried her. Rose rested her head on his shoulder as he grabbed her behind, squeezing more than he needed to.

He walked to the bed and placed her on it, hovering over her as he started to kiss her again. He trailed her skin, and she shivered with every touch. He wanted to rip off her clothes, but he held back.

Rose, however, was impatient. She was used to him being as hasty and right now, she would prefer that. She didn’t want to savor, didn’t want to drag this any longer than it needed to be.

She deepened the kiss, tightening her arms around his neck as she moved her hips. Caius swore against her lips, and Rose felt a thrill. If there was one thing she knew, it was that the crown prince couldn’t resist her, and she intended to use that knowledge to her advantage.

The skirt of the dress gathered around her waist, and she knew it would be a hassle to get out of the dress, but clothes had never stopped them before.

Rose’s legs were in full view. She wore white lacy stockings and moved seductively her waist against Caius. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and reached for his belt, moaning his name.

Caius swore and splayed her legs. Her flimsy underwear never stood a chance. He undid his pants, and Rose’s eyes widened as he slipped out. It didn’t matter how many times she saw it—it still shocked her.

Caius noticed her stare and smirked while staring down at her kneeling between her legs. Rose didn’t have the time for this. She grabbed his top, pulling him down so they were kissing again.

He was right by her entrance, and Rose pushed down. He slid in easily with barely any resistance. Caius broke the kiss, burying his head against the side of her face as he mumbled profanities.

"Your Majesty," Rose whispered as he pulled out and thrust right in, grabbing onto him.

Caius planned to torture her with pleasure, have her whimpering before he took her. However, all it took was her hand to his belt, and he threw all that out the window—and there was not a single regret in his mind.

Inside her felt just as wonderful, even better than he remembered. Her tight walls sucking him in, and with each pull, it felt like she was begging him to thrust right back in.

He could listen to the way she moaned all day. The way she panted and whimpered at every thrust. He couldn’t get enough. Her nails dug into his back, and the pain didn’t register.

She cried out and held onto him as he moved in and out of her. He kissed her, crushing her lips with his once again, and she kissed him back just as hard.

Caius broke the kiss and lunged in even harder this time, leaving Rose gasping for breath as she called him.

"Your Majesty," she cried, holding him tightly.

Caius knew when she was close. Her walls contracted against him. The already snug fit got even snugger. Caius swore into her ears, and she came apart, calling his name. He followed right after, spilling his seed into her.

Rose felt Caius kiss her neck, not immediately pulling away, and reality hit her like a ton of bricks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She couldn’t believe it. They were still in their clothes—only their shoes were off, and Rose couldn’t even remember taking them off.

"You act as though you don’t want me, then do this," Caius smirked in her ear, licking it.

Rose almost screamed that she didn’t want him, but there was no way she could say that. His weight suddenly felt more than she could bear, and she wanted him off, but she knew he wasn’t nearly done.

As if to prove her point, he started to kiss her neck again. Rose’s body reacted almost instantaneously, and she almost smacked herself. The crown prince’s disease was certainly contagious. She didn’t trust herself around him—not when her body betrayed her so easily, not when her thoughts blurred the moment he touched her.

He was dangerous in every way, and tonight had only reminded her of that. It was a good thing she would be away from him soon.