Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 96695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I have you, my love.”
Another shudder ran through Everand, and it felt like relief.
Hugo loosened his grip on Everand’s wrists and slid his hands down his arms while placing soft kisses along his jaw. The lingering notes of Everand’s cologne teased Hugo’s nose, and he nuzzled his neck, chasing that haunting scent. He drew his arms across the prince’s chest as he continued to thrust against him.
“I’m going to make love to you. Take you apart and leave behind a bit of myself so you’re never free of me.”
Hugo pulled Everand away from the wall and led him into the bedroom. All his life, he’d felt unsure of himself and his decisions, but right at that moment, he had no doubts. This was exactly where he needed to be and who he needed to be with.
Beside the bed, they kissed slowly, savoring each other as they removed layers of clothes to find the warm, soft skin hidden below. They paused only long enough for Everand to dig a small bottle of oil out of his pocket and set it on the nightstand.
With a nervous giggle, Everand pulled them onto the rumpled sheets. They rolled together until Hugo had the prince trapped under him. His dark hair was beautifully disheveled, and his eyes sparkled with laughter in the flickering lamplight. He was a sexy, breathtaking dream.
“I’m nervous,” Everand blurted out, and his eyes immediately darted away. Hugo waited for them to wander to his face before he spoke.
“I promise to take good care of you.”
“That’s what has me nervous. What if I come apart and can never put myself back together again?”
Hugo leaned close, brushing his lips across Everand’s, sending tingles through his body. “No matter what happens between us in this bed, you will always be Everand. Nothing can change that.”
Everand tipped his face up, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss.
Hugo worked his way lower, dragging long, wet, openmouthed kisses along Everand’s neck and across his chest. He paused over his heart, savoring the rapid beating with his lips. He licked one nipple and worried it lightly with his teeth until it pebbled into a hard nub. A gasp broke from Everand’s throat, making Hugo’s pulse skip. Everything about Everand was an erotic treat, from the feel of his skin to the catch in his breathing, to the way his fists tightened in the bedsheets the lower Hugo moved on his body.
Everand’s stomach dipped as Hugo licked across it to the soft, tender flesh on the inside of his hip bone. Hugo exhaled on the damp skin, wringing another hiss of pleasure from Everand.
“Gods, Hugo! Have I ever told you that your mouth is a national treasure?”
“Does that mean it should be shared with the entire kingdom?” As he spoke, he turned his face to nuzzle the side of Everand’s cock.
“Fuck. Hell, no. Fuck, what?”
Hugo choked on a laugh. It was as if he’d broken what remained of the prince’s brain. Hugo took mercy on Everand and slipped his dick into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the spongy head, sliding along the slit in a teasing caress. Little noises tumbled from Everand’s mouth, and he shifted, hips lifting slightly as if fighting the urge to thrust deeper into his mouth.
Hugo took more of him, bit by bit, sliding his tongue across his hot length. He sucked him hard, bobbing until Everand grunted and thrust, giving in to the burning need. Fingers tangled in Hugo’s hair, twisting and sending pinpricks of pain dancing over his scalp. His dick swelled and ached, begging for his hand to give him some relief.
“Treasure,” Everand gasped. “Love? Please, I can’t…can’t hold out much longer. I’m so close.” The pleading and desperation in Everand’s voice only made him speed up. He slid his hands down the prince’s inner thighs, reveling in the feel of those rough hairs as he sucked Everand off. Muscles jumped under his palms. Everand pulled his hair as a last warning before hot cum splashed on his tongue and hit the back of his throat. Hugo savored the salty taste for a heartbeat and swallowed him down.
After the last of the shudders, Hugo allowed Everand to slip from his mouth. He quickly reached and snatched up the bottle of oil. He slicked his fingers, and Hugo pushed one into Everand’s hole, taking advantage of his relaxed state. The prince moaned softly. A crooked smile tugged up one side of his mouth. His eyes remained closed, and a beautiful flush painted his cheeks bright red.
“That feels…” Everand whispered.
“Bad?” Hugo supplied even as he worked his finger in to the second knuckle.
“Interesting. I think I need more.” Everand’s eyes flicked open in a lazy, seductive gaze.
Hugo removed his finger, added more oil, and gently pressed two fingers inside. A low whimper broke from Everand, and a wrinkle formed between his brows.