CHAPTER 343: COMPLETE RUIN

Rose clamped her hands over her mouth as Caius pushed his fingers into her, rubbing hard as his fingers thrust in and out. He found the pleasure bead and relentlessly pressed, rubbed, and slapped against it.

Rose bit down on her finger as her whole body jerked with each delicious assault. Her body cried for it, moving to meet his fingers. Her hands over her mouth tightened even more as the feeling grew more intense. She didn’t realize one could do so much with just two fingers.

"No," Caius scolded in her ear. His voice was husky, hoarse, and filled with desire. "Let me hear every sound."

It didn’t make sense how that was enough for her to lose it, but Rose clamped her legs together as an orgasm tore through her. Her satisfied moans echoed through the room, her body shuddering from the pleasure.

Caius bit into her shoulder, his fingers still deep inside her as he slowly pulled her back against him. Rose’s eyes flew open as she could feel him dripping on her legs. Surprisingly, she didn’t dread what was about to happen next.

Caius pulled out his fingers as he gently kissed her shoulder, running his tongue over her shoulder line. Then he parted her legs and adjusted her so she was positioned just above his engorged cock.

Rose could feel it between her legs, right against her petals. If she weren’t so certain it would fit, she would have been worried, but she wasn’t; and as Caius rubbed against her, Rose could feel her arousal build.

He gently pushed forward and backward, rubbing against her. Rose swore, grabbing the sheets; she was already swollen and sensitive. Each movement sent flutters of pleasure through her body. Every inch of her felt like an erogenous zone with how she was reacting at the slightest touch.

Caius grunted behind her, and Rose could tell he had run out of patience. She could feel his urgency, and it was starting to rub off on her. She placed her legs down as he rubbed against her, making a snug little space for him to slide in and out.

Caius swore and grabbed her chest, his movements becoming even more frantic. Rose thought it was strange that this also felt good. She was dripping enough that the friction felt just as nice as he rubbed against her petals. So wet was she that as he moved, he slipped right in. They both froze simultaneously as Rose let out a gasp.

Caius held her tight and pushed in deeper, his grip on her chest tightening as he pressed against her breasts. Rose moaned, still pressing her legs together. Her already taut hole felt even tighter, and Rose could barely breathe as Caius pressed against her soft, sensitive walls.

It was hard not to notice she wasn’t the only one the pleasure pushed to complete ruin. Rose would be lying if she said it wasn’t delightful to see the crown prince this much of a mess because of her.

Only during times like this did her role as his sex slave blur. Only in moments like these did she feel like she was no one’s captive, but rather the opium he couldn’t live without.

"You’re doing that again," Caius said as he thrust hard enough to make her insides ripple.

She jerked; she was full of him to the point of bursting. The crown prince was so attuned to her sexually, it was astonishing. She couldn’t fake it with him; he would know immediately. Rose didn’t know how to feel about this. She would be the last to admit just how pleasurable it felt to have him inside her, but not admitting it wouldn’t change the facts.

"Or perhaps do my skills bore you?" Caius asked as he thrust all the way to the hilt.

Rose tried to suppress her moan and failed woefully. He just might rip her apart. She was by no means bored; rather, she was worried. But she worried even more that if she thought about what she was worried about, it might come true.

Caius’s hand moved her head to the side, tilting it so she slightly faced him. Rose’s brows furrowed in confusion, but Caius’s lips got rid of that along with every thought. All she felt was his incessant thrusting and the soft kiss against her lips.

Rose moaned as they moved together, skin slapping against skin. She was close again, and she broke the kiss as she moaned, turning away from him. Caius slammed into her, pressing her down against him.

Rose could barely stop the sounds that escaped her lips as he showed her ecstasy once more, taking her to a place that felt just as intense as the first time.

She collapsed against him, and it took some time before he stopped thrusting and rested against her with a very satisfied sigh. He pulled her closer to himself in a tight hug. It felt weirdly comforting. Rose realized there was an odd expression on her face.

Is that a smile? Have I lost my mind? Why would I be smiling?

These thoughts were wiped away as Caius buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath. She heard him murmur something into her hair. She didn’t quite catch it, but if she thought about it deeply, it almost sounded like he had said he missed her. But Rose didn’t want to think about it deeply.

He slipped out of her, and Rose thought he might finally let her go this time, but Caius just flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her rear, smacked her already red behind, and positioned himself between her legs.

Rose’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she felt his hardness between her legs. How was he already ready to go again? She had barely recovered.

Besides, it was past breakfast; this was not the sort of thing they should be doing at this time. However, experience should have told her that Caius didn’t care about things like that.

"Your Maje—," Rose started, trying to stop him, but he slipped right in, silencing the rest of her words.