The King's Lover-Chapter 512: Beautiful Wife

At Rose’s response, Caius withdrew his face from her chest and pulled himself upward so he could look at her. Despite the troubles they were facing and even the ones they were likely to face, he was so happy he feared he might explode from the sheer force of it.

He didn’t think there was anything that could stand in his way with Rose beside him, and she proved that to him. She was so strong-willed and exuded so much strength that he couldn’t help but be pulled in by her.

"I love you, my beautiful wife," Caius said as he held her gaze.

Rose smiled at him. He was so radiant even in the dark. She blushed a little at his words; they weren’t even married yet, and he was already calling her his wife.

But she couldn’t deny it had a nice ring to it. Perhaps she should call him her husband too.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Rose didn’t get any words out before Caius leaned forward and kissed her. Rose closed her eyes as their lips met, feeling her chest tighten and expand.

He moved his hand to her waist, dragging her closer to him, and Rose equally leaned in, allowing herself to be pulled. He deepened the kiss and pressed her against himself, his grip on her waist firm but caressing.

Rose moved her hand to his hair, letting her fingers run through the soft locks as he kissed her hard, their tongues entangling. He tasted sweet and salty, and Rose couldn’t get enough.

He broke the kiss and swore as he kissed her neck, his hand moving from her waist upward, tracing her skin through the thin material, leaving a hot trail that echoed all through her body.

Rose gasped as he lightly bit into her neck while his hand cupped her breast through the fabric. His hand felt warm, and his fingers teased her nipples through the material.

Rose wanted to touch him too, to run her hands over every inch of him and to lightly stroke every single scar, so that in some way she could ingrain herself into him. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Caius shook against her as she caressed his back, softly running her fingers across it. She could feel his muscles; they held firm under her fingers, but at the same time, he shivered underneath her touch.

He kissed her neck, saying her name like a whisper and a curse. His tongue traced her collarbone, and Rose’s concentration faltered.

She pressed her leg against him, feeling how hard he was underneath his pants. Caius groaned and pushed against her. He wanted her so badly; his entire body trembled at the thought of it.

He wanted to splay her and drive deep into her. She was his wife. The mere thought of it drove him to the edge. He swore her name again and moved his hand downward. The dress was a nuisance; he wanted her skin against his. He wanted to touch and feel every inch of her.

Caius pulled back, and Rose frowned, wondering if something was wrong, but his eyes told her he was filled with nothing but desire for her.

"Your dress," he said and looked downward, his eyes caressing her body. "I fear I might rip it."

He parted his lips, his eyes heavy with yearning as he stared hard. Rose didn’t feel self-conscious; rather, she bathed in his gaze. He couldn’t take his eyes off her even for a moment, and she relished in that fact.

"You want me to take it off?" she asked as she traced a finger on his chest.

Caius closed his eyes briefly for self-control, but that didn’t help. It was impressive how quickly he could conjure an image of her naked body, but nothing, not even his imagination was close to reality.

Caius opened his eyes and, staring at her ravenously, nodded his head. "It will please me greatly," his voice was gruff, telling her exactly how badly he wanted her.

Rose smiled seductively and, using her fingers, pushed him back as she moved into a sitting position. Caius watched her with glee, his eyes following every movement, and she could see that just looking at her excited him.

It was hard not to get flustered under his intense gaze, and warmth crept up her face and then spread through her entire body. Rose didn’t want to admit it, but she was getting excited just from the fact that he was.

She grabbed the ends of her nightdress and pulled it over her head in one quick movement. She didn’t even get to toss aside the garment before Caius leaned forward, ready to pounce.

Rose stopped him by holding out a hand, and Caius gazed at her with a pained expression. She could tell he was holding back; his pants were full to bursting.

"Don’t just stare," Caius said with a sneer.

Rose didn’t like his teasing, so she ran a finger over his pants, exactly where the bulge was, and she felt him pulse. Caius caught her hand immediately.

"That’s not a good idea," he said, still holding her hand.

"Why not?" Rose asked as she leaned forward.

Caius locked eyes with her chest, and he licked his lips as if parched.

"Your Majesty," Rose called and placed her hands on his thigh while he sat. "I asked a question."

"You did?" he asked. Rose could see the effort it took for him to look up at her face.

He leaned forward and tried to kiss her, but Rose traced her fingers over his hardness. Caius closed his eyes and breathed through his nose.

"Take it off."

Caius forced his eyes open and stared at her. "That’s also not a good idea. It’s the only reason I haven’t done this."

Rose yelped as he caught her by the waist and placed her on the bed. He parted her legs and positioned himself right between them.

"Fuck!" Caius swore as he pressed down on her, one hand locking her hands above her head while the other held her waist.