Page 54 of King of Immortal Tithe (Darkmourn Universe 2)

“Oh my, Arlo,” Faenir said, pushing from the chest and walking back towards me. “Look at you.”

“I do not want you to look. I want you to touch me.”

“Is that so?” He closed in on me and brushed both of his hands across my abdomen. Faenir marvelled at the shivering bumps that appeared across my skin in the wake of his touch.For a man who held such power, it was as though he had only just discovered it. His gilded eyes lit from within, impressed that he could cause such a reaction.

“Take my clothes off,” Faenir commanded. “Would you do that for me?”

He asked as though I had the choice to refuse. That would never happen.

I did not take my time to remove the clothes from Faenir’s body. My hands fumbled pathetically as I tore them free. He was amused by my manner, lips practically glistening with desire as he bit down on them.As his tunic ripped, tearing at the seams from my hard desperation, he lowered his face to mine and kissed me. I was blinded by his mouth and taste, running my hands over the stone-like muscles that had hid beneath his clothes. I wished to pull away and admire his build, but in the same breath, I did not want to stop feeling his mouth upon mine.

I could not understand how long we kissed for. By the time we pulled apart we were both breathless, my lips sensitive to the touch. Even Faenir’s mouth blossomed with red as though sore, but it did not bother him.

My focus moved from his handsome, serious expression to the trousers that still hung from his hips, before shifting back to his face.Staring at him deep in his eyes I lowered myself to my knees. I allowed my hands to trail down the hills of his broad chest to his stomach until they passed from skin to material. My fingers curled into the waistband and pulled it down enough to see the lines that pointed towards the shadowing of coarse dark hair.

Faenir’s breathing became laboured, shuddering with each exhale as he watched me unbutton the trousers and tug them downward. I was already aware of the hard mound that rested beneath it. My hand moved over it and my chest warmed. I could not wait another moment to see him in his full, exposed glory.

Yanking the trousers down, his cock fell free, mere inches from my face. My own throbbed within the undershorts that Faenir had left on me. He, however, did not wear any.

“What is the matter, my darling?” Faenir spoke as he looked down at me with a knowing smile upon his face. “Is there a problem?”

“No,” I said, unable to take my attention from the length of his thick, hard cock. “Far from it.”

Faenir had controlled every moment until now. But, as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and felt its warmth pool in my palm, the power was handed over to me. No matter how commanding his aura was, up until this moment he soon melted into my touch in a murmuring of pleased groans.

I leaned in close to the pink curve of his tip, mesmerised by the thickness. Tom had been well endowed. But this… This was beyond anything I had seen, held or taken before.My mouth watered at the fact.

“I am going to make up for all your years of wondering,” I said, lips brushing against the wet tip. It glistened with his own excitement, flinching in my hand as though it had a mind of its own. “Let us see just how long you can last.”

“My darling…” Faenir’s voice dissipated into a long, pleased sigh as I wrapped my lips over him and sucked the head of his cock as though it was a freshly picked cherry.

His taste laced across my tongue as it worked around and around the curves of his tip. My jaw ached within moments but that did not deter me. I started slow, moving up and down his shaft with a quickening pace. There was no fitting it all in, not with this position; the angle was all wrong. I longed to lie him down upon the bed that waited patiently at the other side of the room. There would be more possibilities there… but that would have to wait.

Faenir’s groans intensified as my hand joined in. I pulled free from his cock with a pop of my mouth and looked up at him as I licked my palm. He didn’t utter a word as he watched my lips retake him, until my wet fingers gripped his cock; he released a swear that made the shadows of the room tremble.

“I forbid you to stop.”

“As you wish,” I said, words muffled by the mouthful of flesh I held within it. “My lord.”

I sucked Faenir until his strong demeanour crumbled; his knees shook, and hands gripped hungrily at the back of my head. Before now I had always done everything I could not to perform for another in such a way. I had found the lack of my own pleasuring dull. This was different. My own cock throbbed with anticipated excitement as I worked away at the elven prince. I knew this was not the end, even as his tip leaked sticky sweetness that coated my tongue, Faenir still held onto control with confidence.

I hardly registered the ache in my knees when Faenir tugged back at my hair and guided me to stand up. Not caring for the spittle that painted my lips and dampened my chin, he dove in for a kiss that burned with passion.

“I was not finished,” I said, words smudged across his mouth.

“We.” Faenir bent his knees and wrapped his strong hands at the curve beneath my ass. With an effortless jolt he picked me up from the ground; my legs snapped around his waist to keep myself from falling. “Are far from finished.”

He paraded across the chamber room with his fingers gripping into the skin of my ass, his hardened, wet cock slapping into me with each measured step the only sound in the room. “Do you wish to know what I am to do next?”

My chest warmed. Heat rose into my cheeks, making my mouth more sodden than I believed possible. I slipped a finger over his red-stained lips to silence him. “Do not spoil the surprise. Show me instead, Your Highness.”

He lowered us to the bed until the gentle embrace of silken sheets tickled across my bare skin. “What is with the sudden use of titles? Do you mean to mock me?”

I grinned, turning my head so Faenir could dive into my neck. His lips and teeth tormented me as I spluttered out a reply. “It is a title you deserve.”

“How so?” he encouraged, pulling away from my neck as though he came up from the deepest belly of water for air.

“Only a prince is worthy of my body. Take me, Faenir. Show me what you desire. Use me. Destroy me.”

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