Page 55 of Chased By the Fairy

It tasted sweet, but he couldn’t define what the flavour was. It was warm as it entered his stomach and settled in him like a comfortable ball.

Oddly enough, Sorrel waited. When too long passed, and the warmth in his stomach faded, he let out a defeated sigh. Cypress’ brow drew in tightly at him, obviously confused by Sorrel’s reaction.

“I thought it might magically give me wings,” Sorrel quietly admitted.

A warm and tender smile lifted the corners of Cypress’ lips, making his beard curl against them. “It doesn’t matter that you don’t have them. You’re perfect as you are.”

Sorrel’s heart practically soared at his words, and he returned his husband’s sweet expression with one that mirrored it.

“Now that everything is complete,” Cypress said as he grabbed Sorrel’s hand and turned him towards the people fully, “let’s get the celebration over with so we can be alone.”

The tingle in his cock already told Sorrel he was semi-hard from the kiss, and he clenched his eyes shut when just the mention of what was to come tonight made it harden further. He surely hoped no one noticed as they began to walk down the aisle together so they could go to the function.

There they would eat, dance, and show their new bond off to the people of the fairy court.

The idea of meeting strangers, nobles, and other fairies sounded overwhelming, especially since he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to behave. Cypress already told him to just be himself and the people would come to love him as he did. It still felt like an uncomfortable burden.

“I just want to go to our room,” Sorrel admitted with a whisper.

Cypress visibly shuddered with want. His freckled nose even crinkled on one side and his hand squeezed Sorrel’s tightly. “You can’t tease me right now, Sorrel. I’m barely containing my will to cart you over my shoulder and take you there now.”

“I’m not trying to tease you,” he murmured. He was just being truthful.

Cypress grasped at his stomach. Sorrel had a feeling he actually wanted to grasp his cock, but couldn’t because of the people around them.

“It makes it so much worse that you don’t even know you’re doing it.”

Then Cypress looked from the corner of his eyes at him. Sorrel saw the depth of his heated desire, his desperate need, the way his gaze raked over Sorrel like his new husband wanted to eat him alive right there and then.

His heart fluttered in his chest.Now I really want to go to our room.

Sorrel moaned when Cypress’ tongue pressed into his mouth to delve and explore. It was firm as it licked across his own, taunting him to dance with it as sweet saliva mixed with his own.

His breaths were laboured, each one shallower than the next as piece after piece of clothing was removed.

Both he and Cypress took off their own jackets before they worked in unison to remove Cypress’ dress shirt. Then his pants and the boxers beneath them. Sorrel’s fingers itched to see him for the first time bare, to know what lay beneath his intricate clothing so his mind could stop imagining what his hands felt.

Sorrel paused when his hands found no other clothing on Cypress’ body as he unbuttoned Sorrel’s dress shirt. He pulled away from the kiss to look down.

His heart sprinted erratically in his chest.He’s naked.

Hazelnut chest hair covered a broad, muscled chest that flexed as Cypress worked to remove his shirt.

His arms were just as strong and covered in tanned skin. He touched the ropes of muscles as they moved, followed the cords of tendons, and traced the raised veins. He gazed down at abdomen muscles thick and ridged. A trail of hair ran from his navel to his groin, between a deep vee from his hips, all of it pointing down to his revealed cock.

His strong legs, dusted in hair, kept him steady while Sorrel looked his fill.

Sorrel could barely shift his gaze past the semi-hard shaft bobbing with his heartbeat,growingbefore his very eyes. It extended and went from curving downwards to starting to rise.

Sorrel shuddered, especially when Cypress’ tongue slipped against his neck in a teasing stroke, since he’d stopped kissing back, too busy watching his cock becoming engorged. Heat flushed his cheeks. He stopped Cypress from stripping off his pants, which he’d just unbuttoned and was about to pull down.

“What’s the matter?” With a troubled frown knotting his forehead and brows, Cypress lifted Sorrel’s chin with the knuckle of his index finger. “Am I going too fast?”

Sorrel shook his head as he swallowed thickly. That gave Cypress the confirmation he needed to pull the last of Sorrel’s clothing from him.

His cock sprang free, fully erect and aching.

“You’re already really hard,” Cypress rasped, his voice light and huskier than normal. “Did you like looking at my body for the first time?”

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