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“There’s my baby. I missed you so much,” he said before licking my head, then staring up at me with my cock in his mouth.

I could have come right there, looking into his eyes, seeing his tongue lapping up the slickness that leaked down my shaft.

Instead, I twitched, which made his grin widen.

“I want this inside me.”

I twitched again, this time so hard I smacked his nose.

He grabbed my cock in one hand and took it halfway down his throat. I reached back, desperate to grip something, finding only cold stone.

His hand lowered, and he dove further, taking me to the base in a sloppy wetness that prickled the skin of my arms.

“Fuck, Dec.”

He freed my cock long enough to say, “Yeah, you’re doing that, too.”

Then he took me again.

And again.

By the time we made it to the bed, I was naked and he still wore the ridiculous hose contraption nobles in the Kingdom donned on formal occasions. I tried to find where to pull at them but failed more than succeeded.

“Did you put these blasted things on yourself? Are they nailed to your legs?”

He laughed and raised my chin to kiss me again.

“Let me get those. They’re kind of tricky.”

“Promise me you will never wear those again. In fact, I would prefer it if you never wore pants—or clothes—ever again.”

His smile was brighter than any of the globes in the audience chamber. I thought I might die right there.

“I fear the royal household might not share your enthusiasm for my nakedness.”

I rolled my eyes. “They are a silly lot.”

Declan stripped the hose and tossed them aside, allowing me to drop to my knees and return the favor. He tasted of salt and sweat and . . . lavender? I wanted to make a jest but decided his cock in my mouth was more than enough entertainment for the moment.

I shoved him onto the bed on his back, then spread his legs so I could continue worshiping him with my tongue and mouth.

By the time I lifted his legs to my shoulders and slid inside him, sweat coated our bodies, and the bedchamber smelled of musk and sex.

Out of practice from our time apart, we both came far too quickly.

“Can we do that again? I didn’t mean to race you.”

Declan chuckled through drained exhaustion. “Hold me for a while, then we can do it until they kick us out.”

I stroked his hair and kissed his forehead as he nuzzled against my chest. “They can’t kick us out. You’re a royal pain in the ass now.”

He grunted or laughed—I wasn’t sure which—but it came out more of a groan followed by the heavy breathing of a man who’d fallen into a peaceful slumber.

Chapter 66

Declan

My feet dangled over the ledge again as I leaned against a stone pillar. Ayden sat beside me, his feet flopping like a child kicking water in a pond. His hand lay atop mine—where it belonged.

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