Page 86 of Blinding Light

“Yes. Dariux.”

What followed was silence.

“I’ve been having these…visions,” Cyprian admitted. He swallowed thickly when he felt Moargan’s burning stare. It was already confusing enough, and he didn’t need that glorious gaze watching him. “What happened last night was…intense. And then, today in class, it happened again. This dark room. This foul place. I don’t know what it is or why I drew it. There’s someone in that room, a person. I don’t know who they are.” Finally, he looked up at Moargan. Their palms touched. “I thought maybe it was my mother. Maybe Ludo kept her inside the apartment. Hidden.” Cyprian scrunched his eyes closed. “I couldn’t find closure without checking myself.”

“And now you found it?” Moargan asked.

“I’m getting there.” Cyprian gave him a soft smile.

“It will come.”

Cyprian nodded shakily, his chest tightening once more at the enormity of it all. “I want to talk to you about what happens inside of me. I want to let you in, but words will come slowly.”

“I will give you time, lover.”

“Thank you,” Cyprian breathed. Relief washed over him. “Can we keep this between us for now?”

Moargan smiled. “Just you and me. But you’ll have to explain to me how you burst those light bulbs. It’s spectacular.”

Cyprian snorted. “Pretty inefficient you mean.”

“That too,” Moargan agreed, grinning when Cyprian stuck out his tongue. “But you did manage to bring your point across a few times.”

“I did.” Leaning back, Cyprian took Moargan in for the first time since the Imperial Prince had scooped him away from his misery. He looked disheveled. His uniform was wrinkled and his usually smooth, blond hair was a mess. A sexy mess, but still a mess.

“You were so scared,” Moargan whispered.

Understanding sank into the pit of Cyprian’s stomach. Gingerly, he reached out a hand and brushed away some of his fallen locks. “Yeah? And how did that make you feel?”

Moargan’s eyes fluttered.

Cyprian leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. “Did you feel my heartbeat gothump, thump, thump?”

Moargan shuddered, but stayed still.

Cyprian’s fingertips wandered from those beautifully carved cheekbones and rested on Moargan’s mouth before sliding down. Over his chin past the curves of his throat, down to his clothed chest. “I bet you felt that here.” He traced the outline of Moargan’s hard dick, then gave it a little squeeze.

Moargan inhaled loudly, eyes revealing a thin layer of purple and a lot of black. His pupils were blown with desire.

“What do you need, angel?”

Those dark pools flashed with something. Moargan seemed as surprised as Cyprian at the sound of the word of endearment. It had slipped out of his mouth, never been used before. Moargan was hardly an angel, although maybe…maybe that wasn’t true.

“I need you,” he rasped.

“Where do you need me?”

“I need you fucking everywhere, all of the time. But right now…” Moargan pointed toward his heated groin. “I need you here. On your throne.”

Cyprian whimpered at the words, fingers clawing at his pants. When they rolled down his thighs, Moargan wrapped an arm around him and hoisted him onto his groin. He’d alreadywhipped out his cock, fast and efficient. It was leaking and felt hot to the touch. Moargan groaned when Cyprian curled his hands around it and started pumping him slowly.

Cyprian’s mouth brushed over Moargan’s. “Tell me about this throne.”

“Hmm. It’s big and warm.”

His cock throbbed in Cyprian’s hand, and Cyprian swiped his thumb over the wet slit to slick the rest of his thick shaft. He looked down. “Big it is. Let me try it. See if it’s warm.” He lifted his hips, but Moargan stopped him.

“Let me prepare you, lover. Let me—it needs to feel good. You’ve had such a big day.”

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