Page 62 of A Heart Disguised 1

As the clamor of their mingled cries faded into the gilded rafters, a new tenderness settled over them. Darius, with a gentleness that belied his formidable stature, gathered Robin into his arms. The boy’s body, still quivering from their shared climax, melted against him like warm honey, fitting perfectly into the contours of Darius’ embrace.

“Where are you spiriting me away to now, my lord?” Robin murmured, his voice a drowsy purr against Darius’ skin.

“To cleanse ourselves of our delightful sins,” Darius replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “And perhaps to commit a few more.”

The en suite bathroom was a veritable ode to hedonism, as if Cupid himself had scattered his love dust upon every surface. At its heart lay a steaming pool, its waters a heady concoction of fragrant oils and flower petals that danced atop the surface.

“Good heavens,” Robin chuckled, “did the cupids lose a wager? This looks like the aftermath of one of their more… enthusiastic parties.”

Darius’ laughter echoed off the walls, a rich sound that mingled with the gentle lapping of water. “Perhaps they’re simply trying to keep pace with our own enthusiasm, my impish bride.”

He waded into the pool, the warm water a welcome caress against his skin, and set Robin down with exaggerated care. The boy immediately pushed away, swimming with all the grace of adrunken duck, yet with an infectious joy that had Darius’ heart swelling with unexpected tenderness.

Settling onto the submerged bench, Darius watched as Robin attempted a series of increasingly ridiculous aquatic acrobatics. Each failed somersault and sputtering emergence from beneath the water’s surface only endeared the boy to him more.

“You swim with all the elegance of a stone,” Darius said, his tone rich with amusement. “Yet somehow, you make even that look enchanting.”

Robin stuck out his tongue in response, a gesture so childishly defiant that Darius couldn’t help but laugh. His eyes roamed over Robin’s form, drinking in the sight of his slender frame, the way his chest heaved with exertion, those pert nipples and the flat plane of his abdomen. But it was always Robin’s face, those bright-green eyes alight with mirth, that truly held Darius captive.

“Come here, you water sprite,” Darius commanded, his voice a low, enticing purr. “Let me attend to my wife properly.”

Robin swam back, a mock pout on his lips. “And here I thought I was doing such a fine job of cleaning myself.”

Darius pulled Robin into his arms, reveling in the feel of the boy’s smooth skin against his own. He took up a bar of scented soap and began to wash Robin with long languid strokes, his hands gliding over every curve and plane with reverent attention.

Robin groaned, a soft, needy sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to Darius’ core. “My lord,” he breathed, leaning into the touch, “are you merely cleaning your wife, or are you attempting to seduce me all over again?”

Darius chuckled, the sound a low rumble that vibrated through both their bodies. “My dear Robin,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of Robin’s ear, “I assure you, it is entirely possible—nay, preferable—to do both.”

With predatory grace, he leaned in, his gaze fixed on the pert nipple that beckoned to him from just above the water’s surface. Capturing the rosy peak between his lips, Darius lavished it with attention, his tongue flicking and teasing with deliberate languor.

Robin’s responding groan was music to Darius’ ears, a delicious confirmation of the pleasure coursing through his new bride’s veins. “Oh… oh my,” Robin gasped, his fingers tangling in Darius’ damp hair.

“I do believe I’ve found a weak spot,” Darius murmured against Robin’s skin, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Shall we explore it further?”

He resumed his ministrations with renewed vigor. Robin writhed beneath him, each movement sending ripples through the fragrant water.

When Darius finally released the nipple with an audible pop, he claimed Robin’s lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues engaged in a sensual duel that left them both breathless, with Robin pressing himself flush against the duke’s hardened form.

Darius’ hands roamed with wicked intent, exploring the contours of Robin’s slender body. They traced the delicate lines of his spine before dipping lower to cup the firm globes of his ass. Robin’s groan of pleasure was muffled by their kiss as Darius kneaded and caressed the sensitive flesh.

The duke ground his hardened length against Robin’s ass, delighting in the way his bride’s body instinctively sought closer contact. Robin shuddered, a low moan escaping his lips at the feel of Darius’ arousal nudging against him.

“Does my bride enjoy this?” Darius murmured against Robin’s lips, his voice husky with desire.

Robin’s response was a breathy whimper that needed no translation. Darius’ blood heated at the sound, a quiet growl of approval rumbling deep in his chest.

“Tell me,” Darius purred, nipping at Robin’s earlobe, “when you seek your own release, who is it that occupies your thoughts? What delicious fantasy fuels your desire?”

A delightful crimson blush spread across Robin’s cheeks. “I… I won’t tell,” he muttered, averting his gaze.

Darius chuckled, the sound rich with amusement. “Ah, but it would be so much more enjoyable to pleasure you with that knowledge,” he coaxed, his voice a sultry promise of delights yet to come. “Perhaps it was a strapping stable boy? Or maybe a dashing knight in shining armor?”

Robin’s eyes widened, a mixture of embarrassment and desire flickering within their depths. But still, he remained obstinately silent.

“No? Then perhaps it was a certain devilishly handsome duke?” Darius teased.

In response, Robin surged forward, capturing Darius’ lips in a fierce, demanding kiss that left the duke momentarily stunned. It was an unexpected assault—one Darius allowed only because it pleased him to see such fire in his bride.

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