Mated To The Dead Prince-Chapter 74

​The kiss was a tempest, a storm of longing and raw desire that swept away every doubt, every fear, every lingering question in Rose’s mind.

Cassius’s lips were firm, possessive, demanding a response she readily gave. Her hands instinctively went to his hair, clutching the silken strands as she moaned into the kiss.

​He deepened the kiss, a low groan rumbling in his chest, pulling her impossibly closer until no sliver of space remained between them. His touch was fire, igniting a primal hunger within her, a hunger she hadn’t known she possessed until him.

The scent of him – ancient forests, rich earth, and something uniquely feral – fillelean abs, andhe kiss, it was only by an inch, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless. His eyes, the colour of the deep, rich forest, burned into hers, hot and unyielding.

​"You are mine, Rose," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, a raw declaration that resonated deep within her very bones.

His hands urgently bunched her dress around her waist, his hand sliding between her thighs, "Mine alone. Let no one, not even yourself, doubt that." He slid a finger through her moistened slits, drawing an illicit moan from Rose this long finger slid deliciously over her swollen clip to get to her heat core.

Rose let the cloth bag and the scroll fall from her hand and onto the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips slightly parting in soft gasps as his middle finger eased instead her wet heat.

"Cassius," she breathed, her voice barely audible, the name a sacred utterance on her lips.

​He smiled, a dark, sensual curve of his mouth that sent shivers down her spine. "Good." His thumb traced the line of her jaw, then moved to caress her lower lip, "That’s the only thing you’re permitted to speak." He whispered, his fingers slowly torturing his sensitive wall as he pushed it in and out of her sleek centre.

​"Ohh..." She shuddered. The intensity of his gaze, the fierce possessiveness in his tone, made everything more intense and electrifying.

Cassius hovered his lips over hers, searching her beautiful eyes for any resistance. When he found none, he moved his mouth to her ear and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"Oh, god... Cassius... ahh..." Rose moaned, shivering in his arms as his mouth sucked her earlobe softly, and his finger continued its slow thrusting between her legs.

Suddenly, he pulled back slightly and stepped away from her.

Rose made a small resisting noise when she missed the slim invasion between her legs, "Cassius -"

"Shh..." he placed his thumb over her lips to shut her up, slowly easing the finger he had used to fuck her pussy into his mouth.

"Oh... Shit..." Rose gasped loudly, rubbing her thighs together as he pussy pulsed with need as she saw him licking her juices from his finger.

Cassius smirked at her and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, "I don’t see the need to have your own room. We can just share mine since you’re never sleeping without me beside you." He threw his shirt to the chair beside him and walked over to Rose.

"Am I right, My lady?" He held her hand and guided her towards the opulent canopy bed.

The rich red drapes and golden accents of the room, once a source of curiosity for Rose, now felt like a luxurious sanctuary, the thoughts of the room’s resemblance to the one in the novel were momentarily.

"Can I?" Cassius stood by the edge of the bed, sliding his fingers along her shoulder, his green eyes asking if he could pull the hem of her dress down.

Rose licked her lips, her cheeks feeling hot, "You don’t have to ask." Her eyes ran over his chest, his lean abs, then his pants.

She needed him naked.

Before Cassius could pull off her dress, she moved and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs.

His eyes darkened as he watched her sensually but her lips as she stared at his cock. An urgent hunger seized him and he pulled her in, slamming his lips onto hers.

A guttural groan rumbled in his throat as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He pushed her dress off her shoulder, slowly running his hands along her curves.

"You drive me crazy, my little human," He growled, kissing her neck before lowering himself on the edge of the bed, gently guiding her onto his lap.

Rose shuddered as she lowered herself onto Cassius’s erection, he held her waist, guiding himself inside her.

Her moan met his throaty groan as their bodies connected in a warm, tight slide.

Her back arched against his chest. His arms wrapped securely around her hip, guiding her lower until she completely sat on him.

"Oh, my... Cassius. It feels so... full," Rose gasped softly, slowly rocking her hip on him.

He dug his fingers into her hips as he placed his chin on her shoulder, "We can talk now, my little human. Tell me everything, my lady," he murmured, his voice edged with restrained hunger.

"What troubles your beautiful mind?" He whispered against her neck.

Rose shivered, placing her hands on his thighs as she started to move against him. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She threw her head back on his shoulder and moaned, her breath hitching as she rocked her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Cassius’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, anchoring her to him as their bodies moved in sync. Her warmth enveloped him, each movement sending a surge of heat through his veins, his restraint fraying with every gasp that escaped her lips.

"Tell me," he urged, his voice low and rough, vibrating against the delicate curve of her neck. His lips grazed her skin, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. "What’s hiding in that pretty head of yours?"

Rose’s fingers curled against his thighs, her nails biting into his skin as she arched further, pressing herself closer. "Cassius..." she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "It’s you... It’s always you." Her hips rolled against him, slow and teasing, drawing a deep, primal groan from his chest.

His hands slid up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. "Me?" he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smile against her skin. "What about me, my little human?" His voice was a dangerous purr, laced with hunger and possession, as he thrust upward gently, meeting her rhythm.

"You... consume me," she gasped, her movements growing bolder, more desperate. Her head tilted back, exposing the slender column of her throat, and Cassius couldn’t resist. He dragged his teeth lightly over her pulse, savouring the way it raced beneath her skin. "Every thought... every dream... It’s you."

Her words ignited something feral in him. With a low growl, he shifted, guiding her to turn in his lap so she faced him. Their eyes locked, her gaze hazy with lust and something deeper, something that made his chest tighten. He cupped her face, pulling her into a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he could devour the very essence of her confession.

"Then let me have you," he rasped against her lips, his hands roaming her body, possessive and reverent all at once. "All of you. Every thought. Every moan. Every piece of your soul." His hips surged upward, filling her completely, and her cry of pleasure sent a jolt of fire through him.

Rose clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she matched his intensity, their bodies moving in a heated, unspoken promise. "I’m yours," she whispered, her voice breaking as she surrendered to the rhythm, to him, to the fire building between them. "Always."

Cassius’s control snapped. With a guttural sound, he gripped her hips and guided her faster, deeper, their connection a raw, electric pulse that consumed them both.

"And I’m yours, Rose. Never doubt that, not for a second," he grunted and moved his hips faster beneath her, filling her up with every inch of his length.

"Yes, yes... you’re only... Ahh, mine," Rose moaned loudly, bouncing up and down faster and faster, shuddering every time the tip of Cassius’s rock hit her womb.

Cassius was breathless, she had him in a tight sheath, sucking him in a vice. He thrust faster, deeper, his thumbs rubbing her peaks in quick circles.

Rose’s lips formed as ’o’ as her pussy pulsed with an intensity that spread rippling tingles across her entire body.

"Cassius, I’m so close, so, fucking close," she cried as she squeezed him tightly.

"Don’t hold back, my lady, I’m right there with you," he hissed as he gazed his teeth over her sensitive neck.

His thumb found her clit, "Heavens, you’re so swollen... I want to drink from your clit, my lady." His voice shook greatly as he massaged her slippery clitoris.

Rose cupped his chin and locked their lips in a hungry kiss as her orgasm raked her entire form. His touch, his words, everything he did made her undone.

Cassius’s breath hitched as Rose’s pussy seized him in an incredible grip, his climax followed on the next second, his seeds planting deep inside her.

"Ugghh... you’re my fucking ending, Rose," he groaned as his hips bucked against her.

Rose was panting, still slowly rocking her hips against him.

"You want more?" He asked huskily.

Rose nodded, her hands wrapping his shoulders firmly.

"Me, too," He said.

In a swift move, he turned them and gently placed her back onto the bed, hovering over her.

They stared into each other’s eyes, hearts racing and the still connected bodies yearning for friction.

"Can I drink from you, my lady?" His voice turned silken, Seductive.

Rose nodded, turning her face to the side to expose her neck.

Cassius licked her exposed neck, "No. Not here. Here." His fingers found her clit again, tapping the swollen bud.

Rose gasped, "Cassius." She cupped his face, her eyes staring at his handsomeness with longing. "Yes, baby. I need your mouth down there, please. Drink as much as you want, my king." She mewled.

A growl rumbled in Cassius’s throat as he slid his length out of Rose, his eyes glowing red as he kicked his tongue across her lips, "As you wish, my lady." He whispered and kissed his way down between her legs.

He used his thumbs to pull her lips apart, exposing her glistening core to his hungry gaze. Cassius’s breath was hot against her skin, a teasing whisper of what was to come.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds with deliberate slowness, savouring her taste like a man starved, deliberately ignoring her pulsing clit.

Rose’s hips bucked, a desperate whimper escaping her as she threaded her fingers through his dark hair, pulling him closer.

"Cassius, please," she begged, her voice a raw, trembling plea. The ache in her core was a sweet torment, each lap of his tongue sending shivers of forbidden ecstasy through her.

The normal Rose shouldn’t want this—not here, not with him, not when every touch felt like a betrayal of the world they both belonged to. Yet the pain of restraint only sharpened her desire, making every sensation more vivid, more unbearable.

He growled again, the sound vibrating against her clit as he sucked it gently, then harder, his tongue swirling with relentless precision. "You taste like sin," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, his red eyes locking onto hers. "And I’m damned for it." His fingers dug into her thighs, pinning her in place as he sank his fang into her clit, each stroke of his tongue a claim, each nip a promise of something darker, deeper, each suck an addiction.

Rose’s moans filled the air, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last. The line between pain and bliss blurred—every pulse of her clit under his mouth felt like a wound she never wanted to heal. "Don’t stop," she gasped, her nails raking his shoulders, leaving marks that would fade but never erase the fire between them.

Cassius lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze, his lips glistening with her essence and a hint of blood. "Never," he vowed, his voice a low, dangerous purr.

He plunged back in, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing her toward a precipice she couldn’t resist. The world could burn for all she cared—nothing mattered but this agonising, addictive pleasure, this forbidden dance they couldn’t stop.

Her climax hit like a storm, tearing a cry from her throat as her body shuddered beneath him. Cassius didn’t relent, drinking her in as if her release was his salvation, his own desire a shadowed promise in his tightening grip. When she finally stilled, panting and spent, he crawled up her body, his lips finding hers in a kiss that tasted of her own surrender.

"You’re mine," he whispered against her mouth, his voice both a threat and a plea. And in that moment, Rose knew she’d let him ruin her again and again, the pain of their forbidden lust only making her crave him more.

The world fell away, leaving only the heat of their bodies, the clash of their breaths, and the unspoken vow that bound them together in this moment of searing, untamed desire.