Page 35 of The King's Bodyguard
Corrin helped me out of my dinner robes, unbelted my tunic, and stripped me down to my breeches and undershirt. I shivered before the fire, struggling to come to terms with the cruelty of my cousin’s words. The vitriol and the hate that had laced his tone like dripping poison.
I have known, I reminded myself as I battled the fear that swamped me.Deep down, I have always known.But… now, it seemed more real than ever. More likely than ever the bandit in those woods was sent there at the behest of my cousin.Somehow, I have to survive this. Not just for my sake, but also for Rilla’s.
Just as I thought I was about to fall apart, Corrin’s arms surrounded me. Instinctively, I leaned into his touch, clutching his shirt and inhaling in time with each of his breaths. My heart slowed a little, and I found myself slowly becoming more grounded in the moment.
The crackle of the cheerful fire, the gentle patter of rain against my room’s windows, and the feel of the large fur rug before the hearth slowly filled my senses. Corrin’s scent enveloped me as well. Horses, sun-drenched hay, and pine. My hands rose overthe hard muscle of his chest beneath his jerkin. They tugged on his neck and lingered on the sharp line of his jaw.
Without a word, I drew him into a long kiss, opening my lips and begging him to enter. I sighed with contentment as Corrin responded instantly, pinning me to him and allowing me to grind my slowly rising cock into his thigh. Clinging to his tunic, I plastered myself against his body and submitted to the hard press of his lips against mine.
Desire now raged through my body. Moaning softly, I couldn’t help but thrust against him. Corrin growled in response, biting me hard on my neck. A breathy gasp left my lips.
No doubt recognizing how far I was gone, Corrin carried me to my bed. He would ordinarily have laid me down, but I clung to him desperately. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted more. All I could smell was him, all I could hear was his harsh pants against my cheek, and all I could feel were his hands.
Corrin’s hands were moving all over my body, exploring under my shirt, teasing my nipples, and palming my erection through my doeskin breeches. My small clothes were already stained with pre-cum. The pressure on my arousal drove me wild. My hips bucked as I arched against him.
Freeing my hands from around his neck, Corrin pinned me down and watched me squirm. On either side of my hips, he knelt. I could see the bulge of erection through the tight stretch of his breeches. I gasped and tried to inch forward so that I could somehow leverage myself.
Corrin chuckled. He leaned down and kissed me again. I attacked his lips in return, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Corrin’s tongue battled with mine. Of course, his experience won out, but that only stoked the fire of the heat in my cock. I groaned as Corrin drew away.
“Pillow.”
Corrin slid a hand underneath my pillows and, after a moment, withdrew his hand. He’d found the oils I’d stashed under there in hopes of getting him to my bed one night. Raising a dark eyebrow, Corrin smirked. I was blushing deeply, but I didn’t care much. Instead, I finished stripping my shirt off. Corrin helped me tug my breeches and small clothes off. With that done, I was more than ready. I began to kiss Corrin again.
He chuckled once more.
“Might I remind you that this might go a lot better if I were unclothed as well?” He suggested lightly.
Instantly, my hands flew to the pin on his overcoat. I scrambled to tear off his clothes. I wanted his arms around me. After the day of difficult truths, I wanted Corrin more than ever. Within the week, I was to be a married tom. A faithful husband. Until then, I could have this. I could have Corrin.
Chapter 16
Corrin
Landis was all hands, all tongue, all teeth as he threw himself into the frenzy of our lovemaking. He wanted this. I could tell. There was desperation in the way he gave himself up to me, the way his lips marked me, the press of his fingers against my skin, the scratches of his nails along my shoulders. That he had been sleeping with a bottle of oil underneath his pillow was even more telling.
And I would give him what he desired. For the good of his people and his country, Landis was about to sacrifice his right to choose true love and bind himself to another. And I knew that Landis would not take on the duty of his marriage lightly. He was not the type to do things by halves. It would be all or nothing.
This night, however, will be ours forever. I want Landis to pursue his heart, to enjoy a moment of freedom. I will do everything in my power to make this night special, I promised.Let him taste the delights of love, Goddess of Meryn.
Ordinarily, I would take my lovers from behind. It would be a quick affair of mutual pleasure, all too quickly ended. For Landis, however, I wanted something different. Easing him back, I made certain to array the pillows behind him for best support. I would take him on his back so that I would see his face, I would be able to watch the heat take over, watch him reach that peak, watch him surrender to the power of his orgasm.
It would require some flexibility, but Landis was capable. He was slight, smaller built than I, and as slender and flexible as a wand. Drawing back from another breathless bout of kissing, I surveyed him carefully. Landis, gulping for air, was staring back at me. His blue eyes were almost black with the flush of desire. His cheeks were flushed with sweat already.
I leaned forward to trace a thumb along the pink swell of his swollen and moist lips. Easing it inside past the white line of his teeth, I groaned a low growl. My own cock twitched to life as Landis’s tongue flicked out to rub against the skin of my thumb and hand.
Gods. Landis was going to kill me.
As my thumb slid out with a slick pop, Landis squirmed and panted. His own cock curved up, red and swollen. A bead of slick at his head begged for me to touch it. Lowering my hand down to his erection, I dragged a nail up his length. His gasps and pleading for release made my own balls ache. My thumb pressed against his slit, and then my fist closed about him and pressed down even as his hips began to thrust widely.
Easing one leg up onto my shoulder, I poured the oil out onto my right hand. Landis wanted this. Judging by the tell-tale signs, Landis had prepared himself for this moment. While toying with his left nipple and enjoying the sound of his high-pitched squeaks of enjoyment, I slipped a finger into his tight hole. Themuscles inside, unused to such foreign entrance protested, but I steadied his hip and pressed in.
“Breathe in and then out,” I suggested.
I was aiming for a softer, encouraging tone, but my voice sounded hoarse to my own ears. I was very much on the edge myself. Landis, gasping for breath, did as he was told. Breathing in and out deeply, he forced himself to relax. I grinned as I turned my finger and pressed down. Landis’s cock which had begun to soften instantly rose again.
There it was. Landis yelped. I stopped.
“What-what-don’t stop, Corrin. Gods. Don’t stop.” He babbled.
