Page 55 of The Nymph Prince
I lifted his legs up, and he grinned as I moved them toward his stomach. After sinking back down, I slid a hand behind him and raised his hips off the bed. Although I’d just tasted him, I wanted to do so again. His balls twitched as I licked a trail up the center and farther to his weeping cock. I gave him several pumps with my hand before sliding the tip between my lips.
Lorcan squirmed again. “By the gods, Alek, fuck me now or suffer the consequences.”
“Consequences?” I asked, moving my hand up and down his length. “Do they involve a certain chain?”
He chuckled, a velvety sound that went straight to my heart. “There’s no time for the chain. I need you now.”
He wasn’t ready for me, though, and I didn’t want to hurt him. I elevated him to where his legs were in the air and stared at his exquisite backside. I adored the sound of his gasps as I licked him there. And when I added a wet finger, moving it around his hole but not entering, he whimpered.
“You’re an evil being,” he muttered.
He didn’t realize how true that statement might’ve been. There was little hope of fighting the darkness that so desperately wanted to take hold of me.
That day is not this one, I reminded myself.
The nymph exhaled as I finally penetrated him with a finger, slowly moving it in and out of his heat. A soft moan left my lips at how warm he was—how soft—and how incredible he’d feel once I was sheathed inside of him. With the addition of a second finger, he groaned and rolled his hips.
I took my time opening him, and once I felt he was ready, I withdrew my hand.
He fisted the blanket again and huffed. I was sure if I could see his face, there’d be a pout there.
I grabbed his hips and tugged him toward me. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I brought oil,” Lorcan said, motioning to the stand beside the bed.
“You knew we’d end up in bed?”
“I hoped,” he answered.
“So you brought the oil but not your special chain?” What he’d planned to do with the chain had me curious.
A smile curved his lips. “You must earn the chain, mage. Your body is willing this moment, yet your heart still shows reserve.”
“My heart was reserved the night you displayed yourself with the chain, too.”
“No,” Lorcan countered with a sudden seriousness. “Your heart was open, yet you threw up a wall when fear took root.”
Refusing to admit he was right, I leaned over to grab the oil and dripped it in my palm. It smelled of roses, and the ache in my cock grew. Never had the scent fazed me, yet since Lorcan had entered my life it’d become one of my favorite smells.
I slung his leg over my shoulder before doing the same with the other. He was spread and vulnerable, a position that might’ve filled anyone else with insecurity. But the nymph smiled and arched his back, rubbing his cock to mine.
Taking hold of my length, I lined it with his opening and ever so gently moved forward. I didn’t enter him, but the pressure at his hole caused him to lean his head back and expose his sexy throat. The head of my cock was slick with oil, and when I pushed farther, it glided inside him with only a little resistance.
“Gods,” he moaned.
“Do you wish for more, nymph?”
Green eyes glowed in the dark and he reached with both hands to seize my hips. He pulled me more inside of his heat, causing both of us to groan. As I began a slow rhythm, thrusting in so far before withdrawing nearly all the way, he whimpered and clung onto me tighter with his legs.
Never had I felt more at peace than when inside him.
With every pumping of my hips, my heart soared higher. The bond that had connected us for so long was stronger than ever before and my entire body quaked with the force of it. We were joined not only in body, but I felt Lorcan in my very soul.
He was my home.
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Lorcan
