Chapter 123: The Fourfold Claim (II)

Adeline’s POV~

Keiran’s fingers did not slow down. They worked inside me with a steady, hard rhythm, and his thumb kept circling the sensitive spot above. Every touch sent heat through my belly. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even remember why I had been afraid.

He captured my lips into his mouth and swallowed the gasp that came out of me. His kiss was deep and hungry, and it matched the pace of his hand. My hips began to move on their own, pushing against his palm. I tried to stop them. I couldn’t.

Something was building low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, like a string pulled almost to breaking. I knew what it was. I knew I was close to my climax.

I pulled back from his mouth, just a little. My lips still brushed his.

"Keiran..." That was all I could say. It came out as a broken, shaky breath. But he understood. His eyes went darker, and a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.

"You’re clenching around my fingers," he said, his voice rough and deep. "I can feel it, Adeline. You’re right there. Don’t hold it back."

"I can’t... it’s too much..." My voice shook.

"Cum for me. On my hand."

Those words sent a shudder down my whole body. The string inside me snapped.

My back arched off the bed. My whole body shook as the pleasure tore through me, hot and hard, from my belly to my toes. I cried out his name and grabbed his arm, holding on like I would fall if I let go.

My body pulsed around his fingers again and again, and he kept his hand there, slow and steady, and helped me ride it out until nothing was left.

When it was over, I fell back onto the sheets. My chest rose and fell fast. My skin was wet with sweat, and my legs felt weak.

Keiran slowly pulled his hand out of me. He never looked away from my eyes. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, and my breath caught. His lips closed around them, and he slowly licked awaw my cum. His eyes were dark and heavy and locked on mine the whole time.

"Sweet," he said quietly, when he was done. His voice was low and rough. "Just like I knew you’d be."

My face burned. "Nobody here will hide anything from you tonight, so don’t hide anything from us."

He leaned down and pressed one slow kiss to my forehead. Then he pulled away and moved to the side of the bed.

"Relax now," Keiran said. "We’ll take it slow. Take a breath. Get ready. I’m not the only one who has been waiting."

The mattress moved on my other side. Blake was there. He moved over me, slow and smooth. His weight made the bed dip. His arms were on both sides of my head, and his face was close to mine. His dark eyes were locked onto mine, and his smile was slow.

"You look beautiful like this," Blake said, his voice low and soft. "Flushed and shaking and out of breath."

"Blake..." I swallowed. "I’m not sure and I don’t think... I can take more."

"You can," he said. "I’ll make sure of it. Do you know why?"

I shook my head slowly.

"Because I’m not going to touch you the same way Keiran did." His eyes moved slowly down my body, and then back to my face.

"He’s patient and careful. I’m the one who likes to play. I want to hear you laugh and moan and say my name in a voice you’ve never used before. And I want you to feel safe enough to do it."

His fingers brushed the wet hair strands back from my face, very gently. It did not match the wild look in his eyes.

Blake lowered himself slowly. His lips trailed down my neck, over my chest, and across my stomach. Every kiss left a warm spot on my skin. When he reached my hips, he stopped and looked up at me.

He settled between my legs and spread them wide. His veiny hands held my thighs, warm and firm, and he did not let me close them. I felt exposed in a way I had never felt before. My face burned.

"Don’t look away," Blake said. His voice was low and rough now, with no more teasing in it. "I want you to see me. I want you to know it’s me."

His other hand slid up to the last piece of cloth I had on. His fingers hooked into the edge of my underwear, and he paused.

"Sure?" he asked quietly.

My heart was beating so hard it hurt, as I nodded. He tore it away in one pull. The sound was sharp in the quiet room, and the cool air on my skin made me gasp. He tossed the ruined cloth away without looking at it. His eyes did not leave my face.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "You’re shaking. "

He lowered his head, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

His breath touched me first, warm and slow, and my whole body went stiff. Then his lips touched me. It was so soft that I thought I had imagined it. Then he pressed his tongue flat against me and dragged it up in one long, slow stroke, right between my folds.

A sound came out of me that I did not know I could make. My back lifted off the bed, and my hands shot down and buried themselves in his hair.

"There it is," Blake said against me. I felt the words more than I heard them. "That’s the sound I wanted. I’ve been waiting for it for so long. Hold on to me. Pull my hair if you want. I like it."

"Blake... oh... that’s..." I could not finish. My mind had gone white.

"Good?" He looked up at me. His mouth was wet and his eyes were wild, and he smiled like a man who was finally getting something he had wanted for so long.

"Yes..."

He went back to me, slow and deep, and this time he did not hold back. His tongue moved in long, steady strokes, then in small, tight circles that made my legs shake.

He found the most sensitive place and stayed there, teasing it softly and then pressing harder. Each time I tried to pull away from the feeling, his hands held my thighs still.

I looked down at him. His dark hair was tangled in my fingers, his eyes were half closed, and he looked so lost in what he was doing that my heart ached.

This was the same man who had smirked at me and teased me since the first day we met. Now he was on his knees for me, and he looked like he would never want to be anywhere else.