Page 59 of Kept

And then he rose and turned to me.

Was there ever a time I wasn’t hard in his presence? If there was, I couldn’t recall it. He came to me and took the dagger from my hand.

“On your hands and knees, my prince.”

Yes. That was how we’d begun. I was his. I had always been his prince.

I went to all fours before him, and I shuddered as he knelt behind me and pressed me down with a warm palm between my shoulder blades. I rested my cheek against the obsidian and closed my eyes as he put his swordsman’s hands on me.

He started with my ankles, squeezing gently before skimming up my calves. Goosebumps lifted on my skin as he reached my thighs and then my sack. He tugged gently, fondling and caressing until I thrust my ass higher, a supplicant desperate for another kind of worship. I was the temple now. The eager, hungry mouth.

He gave me his. One hand on my dick, he pressed his tongue flat against my hole. He held it there a moment, warm muscle covering my flexing entrance. When my moans turned to pleas, he moved again, licking in slow circles. Curling around my rim and then dipping inside. He thrust his tongue into me, and I rocked on my knees as he fucked me with it. I prayed again, an altogether different kind of ritual emerging in whimpers and moans. I’d memorized these words, too, and I whispered them against the obsidian as I trembled and rocked on my knees.

“Beautiful prince,” he breathed between flicks of his tongue. “So beautiful for me.”

Roses, and then she was with us. She knelt at my shoulder with a dagger in her hand and blood drying on her lips.

Yes, that was perfect. She would attend us.

He trailed his slick tongue down to my sack, drawing the swollen globes into his mouth and sucking gently before letting them slip free. He took my shaft in a possessive grip and stroked, milking beads of moisture from my slit as he used his other hand to push one cheek aside so the cool air of the Sanctum teased my damp hole.

My prayers grew louder.

His stubble scraped my skin. Touched me everywhere, raising fire in its wake. Slowly, he set me aflame, brushing my aching balls and leaking dick. His prickly caresses abraded the sensitive skin of my cleft and the small of my back. His tongue followed, painting warm, wet lines across my skin.

Only when I was shivering and begging did he return to my hole. A wet finger pushed inside. His thumb joined it and stroked my rim, pushing past my barriers.

Movement at my side, and I knew she’d given him the dagger. A second later, I felt its kiss and the warm trickle of blood down my sack. I opened my eyes and saw roses tumbling and never touching the ground.

She brushed my hair back from my forehead. Her blue eyes glowed as she placed the tip of the blade at my lips and sliced down with a steady hand.

“Good,” I told her.

She rose and moved behind me. A whisper of sound as she drew the blade over his tip.

His breathing grew ragged.

“Now,” I told him breathlessly.

He pushed my cheeks wide and breached me.

“Levu,” I rasped against the obsidian. His entry burned, and I arched toward it. As always, I longed to be consumed.

“Laurent,” he cried softly, pushing until his hips were snug against my cheeks. We waited, both of us trembling. He squeezed my ass with callused fingers as my channel gripped him, the burn and stretch melting into bliss that had me squeezing his dick like a fist. And the clench must have been too much, because he hauled me up and banded an arm around my chest. With his dick lodged inside me, he pulled my back tightly against his thick, round pecs and huffed against my lips.

“Laurent.” He made my name a one-word ritual. “I can’t wait,” he whispered. “Not one minute longer.”

Agreed. We’d waited far too long.

“Bite,” I instructed, tilting my head back. I groaned as his fangs pierced me, and he groaned when I squeezed my ass around his cock.

“Laurent,” he said again.

“I know, baby. Give me your wrist.” I bit him quickly, and when his lips returned to my neck, I swallowed his blood and gasped, “Levu.” Bind.

The vow squeezed my chest. Wrote itself across my heart. He gasped against my neck, and then his lips found mine as he began to move.

Knees spread wide, I bowed my spine and shoved my hips back, meeting his thrusts. His other arm came around me. He wrapped me up in him as he pumped harder and deepened the kiss.

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