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“I find myself curious about these rather impressive crowning features of yours,” Robin whispered, his cheeks flushing an enchanting shade of pink at his own boldness.

Darius couldn’t quite suppress his amused smirk at the innocent request. “Your scholarly pursuits are admirable, my dear,” he replied, inclining his head to grant better access. “Consider this your first lesson in demonic anatomy. They are, after all, part of your marital property now—along with their rather imposing owner.”

Tentatively, Robin reached up, his fingers hovering for a moment before making contact with the sleek surface of Darius’ horns. The featherlight touch sent an unexpected thrill through Darius’ body—a reaction he hadn’t anticipated but found himself enjoying immensely.

“Why, my lord, they’re quite the marvel,” Robin said, his voice filled with such genuine wonder that Darius couldn’t help but chuckle. “Like polished obsidian fashioned by the finest craftsmen. Though I dare say they’re far more lethal than any ornament I’ve encountered in your halls.”

“Much like their owner—decorative yet dangerous,” he quipped, enjoying the way Robin’s fingers traced the elegant curves. “Though I must say, you’re the first to treat them with such… artistic appreciation.”

“Shall I compose a sonnet about their grandeur?” Robin teased, though his gentle caresses belied the tartness of his words. “Or perhaps an epic poem chronicling the tales of the mighty duke’s magnificent horns?”

Darius laughed, the sound rich and warm in the intimate space between them. “My, my, such literary ambitions. Though I warn you, little scholar, you’re learning far too much about your subject.” He captured Robin’s exploring hands in his own, pressing a kiss to each palm. “Your next thesis might prove dangerously accurate.”

“Consider it thorough research,” Robin retorted, his smile bright and genuine as he continued his exploration. “Though I confess, this particular study has proven far more engaging than my lessons in court etiquette.”

“Then by all means, continue your academic pursuits,” Darius murmured, drawing Robin closer. “Though I must warn you”—he brushed his lips against Robin’s ear—“some knowledge can be quite… intoxicating.”

Darius’ eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and raw desire as he took in the sight of his bride—those luscious lips parted in a teasing smile, the rosy flush that painted his delicate cheekbones, and the way his bright-green eyes sparkled with a mischief that was as enticing as it was infuriating. Robin’s exploration of his body was a delightful torment, each touch igniting a fire within Darius that threatened to consume them both.

The restraint that Darius had been clinging to frayed at the edges as Robin’s smile widened, eyes alight with mischief and curiosity. Every innocent brush of those delicate fingers sent sparks of desire coursing through him, until his gaze was inexorably drawn to the rosy peaks that crowned his bride’s chest. The sight of those pert nipples, hardened into tantalizing buds, was too exquisite a temptation to resist. With a low growl of approval, Darius leaned in, capturing one tender morsel between his lips.

Robin jolted in surprise, a sharp intake of breath that quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure. His hands, which had been so intent on their exploration, now clutched at Darius’ shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath.

Darius cherished Robin’s nipples with all the adoration they deserved, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh, grazing it with his teeth, and nipping playfully. Robin’s response was a symphony of squirms and gasps, a desperate plea for more that Darius was all too happy to oblige.

With a final, lingering kiss to each peak, Darius pulled away, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips at the sight of Robin’s flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes.

“Shall we explore more of your newfound interests?” he purred, reaching for the towel. “I find your… curiosity quite inspiring.”

Spreading the plush fabric atop the rug, Darius guided Robin down onto the makeshift bed. The flickering firelight cast a warm glow over his young bride, illuminating the delicate contours of his body in a way that made Darius’ blood run hot.

“Planning to worship every inch of me again, my lord?” Robin inquired, voice breathy with anticipation. “Or are your plans more… selective tonight?”

“Why limit myself when every part of you begs to be savored?” Darius drawled, his eyes darkening with desire. “Though that particular part of you seems especially… vocal in its demands.” He allowed his gaze to drift lower, to where Robin’s arousal stood proud and wanting.

Robin followed his gaze, a charming blush spreading across his cheeks as he glanced back up at Darius. “And what of that rather… demanding part of me?” he asked, attempting nonchalance despite the tremor in his voice.

Darius threw his head back and laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed off the stone walls of the bedchamber. “Already enchanted by my particular brand of attention, are we?” he teased, though the fire in his eyes belied his casual tone. “Fear not, little bird. That sweet morsel will receive its due consideration. Though anticipation makes everything… sweeter.”

A strangled whimper escaped Robin’s lips, his hips instinctively bucking off the floor. “Then perhaps we could skip the preliminaries?” he implored, his hands fisting in the fabric of the towel beneath him.

“Patience, my insatiable bride,” Darius chided gently, though the corners of his mouth twitched with suppressed amusement. “The finest pleasures are those we take time to savor.”

With that, he leaned down, capturing Robin’s lips in a fierce kiss that left no doubt as to his intentions.

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Darius

Darius poured all his desire into that kiss, exploring the sweet recesses of Robin’s mouth with a thoroughness that bordered on reverence.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their bodies thrumming with unspoken need. Darius trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of Robin’s throat, pausing to lavish attention on the sensitive patch of skin just below his ear—a spot that never failed to elicit a delightful response.

He continued his descent, his lips skimming over the delicate bones of Robin’s collarbone before dipping lower. Each new touch, each new point of contact, was met with a fresh gasp or moan from Robin, whose body arched beneath him in silent entreaty.

Darius took his time, savoring the taste and texture of his young bride’s skin, the subtle saltiness that seemed to grow more potent with each passing moment. His hands roamed with equal adoration, tracing the lean muscles of Robin’s torso, the gentle swell of his hips, the sensitive crease where thigh met body.

Finally, he reached the apex of Robin’s thighs, his breath ghosting over the straining flesh that begged for his attention. Their eyes locked, and with deliberate slowness, Darius lowered his head, taking Robin’s cock into his mouth with a possessive intensity that made the boy gasp, the heat and wetness of his lips and tongue eliciting a groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure from his bride. Robin’s hips bucked of their own accord, seeking to drive himself deeper into Darius’ willing throat.

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