Page 30 of The Cinderella Prince

Holding his hand there in his lap, hearing these sweet promises from his lips, and seeing his bare torso glisten like this made me want him more than I ever wanted anything in my life.

I drew a deep breath, although it still failed to register as breathing. “And I’ll fight for us, too,” I said. I wasn’t yet sure how. I just knew I would give us my best shot. Something foolish, something hopeful and optimistic, blossomed inside of me. It felt as though if we wanted it, it had to happen. It felt like there wasn’t a royal family tracking him and the burden of a crown weighing his head down. It felt like I didn’t carry the baggage of a past I didn’t dare look at wherever I went.

It felt like we were two normal boys, falling in love at our leisurely pace, independent from the rest of the world.

Cedric leaned closer in, and I lifted my head just in time to accept his sweet, sensitive kiss on my lips. Even at a hundred and fifty degrees in the sauna, his kiss made everything else seem cold and lifeless in comparison. It was everything and more, giving me hope and life and will to go on, to crawl up from the darkness where I had been hiding. Maybe letting myself feel something wasn’t guaranteed to end in a disaster. Maybe the small good deeds I had done meant that I deserved a bit of happiness after all.

He kissed me harder, his right arm sliding off the bench behind us and wrapping around my shoulders. I didn’t care that we were sticky and wet. I didn’t care that no breath in the last ten minutes felt like it carried any oxygen. I leaned in as well, kissing him back as hard as he kissed me until ourmouths opened and our breaths grew shallow and until our arms tangled and our bare torsos touched.

“God, I want you,” I whispered over his lips.

“I’m yours,” Cedric said smoothly, kissing me again right away.

My hand pressed against his bare chest, feeling that deep strength of his body, the fine muscles that made up his torso, and his smooth, slick skin until I reached his abdomen and the edge of the towel around his waist. “Ireallyfucking want you,” I insisted.

He kissed me harder, making me moan against his lips, his hand on my leg, rising slowly over the towel to where my hard cock lifted the soft fabric and formed a thick mound. At the same instant as Cedric’s hand covered my dick, his teeth closed around my lower lip and bit me nearly hard enough to draw blood.

I gasped, pressing my hand over his, adding pressure until I throbbed so hard that it gave him a smug smirk.

“You really fucking do,” he purred against my lips. His hand dragged lazily over my cock once more, and then he turned it around and took my hand into his. “Let’s get out of here.” As we stood, the sauna spun around me, but I held on to Cedric. At full height and naked, save for the towel, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my gaze on. He towered above me until I straightened and evened out our heights to the difference of those couple of inches, my gaze dragging from the wooden floor over his legs, the rise in the towel where his cock pressed against it—it gave my heart another reason to leap—and the wiry structure of his body. I craved him. I hungered for him.

Pulling me after him, which was starting to become ahabit I enjoyed, Cedric led us outside, where the room temperature appeared freezing, and the air finally filled my lungs. I wasn’t only heated by the sauna, though, but by the passionate kisses he had given me and the unspoken promises of a night I wouldn’t soon forget.

Cedric paused by the row of showers. “Now comes the best part,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows expectantly.

“Go in, throw away the towel, and press that button there,” he said, pointing at the round metal button that I assumed turned on the shower.

“Ah,” I said, not letting go of his hand. “Come with me.”

Cedric paused for only a heartbeat as if surprised he hadn’t thought of that and nodded. He wore his confidence plain on his face as he reached over to the knot on his hip and loosened his towel. It dropped without ceremony, quickly followed by mine, and my heart nearly stopped. He was gorgeous, beautiful without comparison, impossible to describe. His excitement was unmistakable, but so was mine, when I dared to look down between us.

My teeth closed tightly around my lower lip as I gazed at him. His cock was completely stiff, spearing upward and extending well over nine inches, swaying gently under its weight. I didn’t care for the comparisons, especially when my partner seemed so pleased. “You’re so hot, Tristan,” he said, his hand reaching near me, then pulling back.

I might have mouthed awowwhile staring at his surprising length, but then I reminded myself of an old myth about tall, skinny, golden-haired boys always being hung as hell. I just hadn’t believed it until now.

Cedric pulled me into the shower booth and positioned us so close to one another that his cock rested against my upper leg and made my blood simmer. I wanted so much more than that, and I was certain he could see it in my eyes.

He wrapped his left arm around my upper torso and pulled me in, our naked bodies pressing tightly together. “Ready?” he asked.

I hadn’t realized I needed to be ready until he asked. But before I replied, he tightened his grip on me and pressed the button that sent a flood of freezing water pouring from the showerhead above us. I heaved a lungful of air and bit down a cry as sharp needles pierced my skin all over my body. The pressure was such that we were completely wet and cold in a moment, and the last of the sweat washed away after less than a minute. It was like standing under a waterfall. It was like taking a plunge into the deep, stormy sea somewhere far, far to the north.

But he held us together, and the chills became bearable. With each passing moment, the energy I’d thought long gone was returning to me twofold. It filled me even more when Cedric kissed me softly, water sliding down our bodies.

And when the shower abruptly stopped pouring down on us, we remained in the booth, kissing, holding one another, and experiencing the true catharsis of what he had promised. Not only was the chilly air of the room seemingly the perfect temperature now, but the cloudiness inside my head was all gone. I knew clearly what I wanted to do, and he knew the same.

Colliding with one another, moving in a slow, passionate circle, we turned around until the glassseparating our shower cabin from another was hard against Cedric’s back. He gasped as he bumped against it, and I kissed him harder.

Without the cold water distracting me and the heat of the sauna dizzying me, I felt like I had never been so present in the moment, so aware of my body and my surroundings. I was completely here; every touch and scent and sight was clearer, more vibrant, and more intimate than any I’d experienced before.

Cedric’s innate strength overpowered me with ease, though I hardly resisted. He turned us around, pushing me against the glass wall of the shower cabin, leaning into me, his leg sliding between my legs until I pressed my thighs tightly around it. Every rub and kiss and sigh seemed the loudest sounds and most thunderous sensations; every touch of my fingertips on his body was like touching glowing coals and discovering that they wouldn’t burn me. Only me.

Cedric

My hands rose along Tristan’s muscled torso. Each of my fingers vibrated with the sensation, my hands permanently frozen in this instant before trembling. I drew a forced calm into myself, controlling us so he wouldn’t have to, yet inside, I shuddered and fought hard not to be overpowered by the intensity of my emotions.

Throughout my adult life, I had hooked up with guyswho saw me as a milestone, a story to brag about if they were willing to risk the wrath of the palace lawyers or who meant to use me as a tool for their personal reputation. I’d hardly been a victim of some scheming predators. It had always been a clear agreement.You use me, I use you. But this…

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