Page 16 of His Noble Savior

Time passed in a blur, and before long, evening was settling outside the windows. Dinner with George and Resh went well. As expected, George raised an eyebrow at Lilian sitting in Richard’s lap but didn’t say a word. Since he had an imp for amaster, he could hardly object to Richard hosting a fae.

Resh kept stealing food off George’s plate, ribbing him throughout dinner. George took no issue with it, grinning at Resh’s banter. He even unbuttoned the neck of his shirt, proudly displaying his collar. Richard was right—George was happy with Resh, their love for each other evident.

Lilian’s proximity to Richard was gift and torment alike. He loved nothing more than having Richard around him, constantly touching; it was what he needed. At the same time, the longer Richard held him, the harder it became to ignore how affectionate he was being. Lilian loved his touch, and Richard’s hand wandered lower than usual, straying to the small of his back. It only happened between courses, when Richard was deep in conversation with George, meaning the touches were unconscious, but that didn’t mean they didn’t make Lilian’s heart flutter.

Richard’s alluring sandalwood scent filled Lilian’s nostrils while his velvety voice drifted into his ears. It didn’t matter that he was talking about taxes and the price of wheat. Richard’s timbre undid Lilian. His body heat seeped into him, the layers of clothing between them be damned.

Mercifully hidden by the table, Lilian hardened. He gritted his teeth, but when a small noise slipped past his lips, Richard placed a hand on Lilian’s thigh to soothe him, making it twice as bad.

Richard was all around him, and Lilian loved it. He hankered for more. Richard’s scent, voice and touch tempted Lilian to cross a line, to say or do something stupid. He wasn’t thinking straight. He yearned for Richard with every fiber of his being, wanted him in ways he couldn’t have him.

By the time they retired to Richard’s chambers for the night, Lilian’s mind was no longer in charge, his heart and desire taking the reins. All those months of deprivation had left himneedy for affection and release. Richard was showering him with the former, but the latter was elusive. There’d been no relief during his captivity. The constant pain and abuse had smothered any semblance of arousal.

In Richard’s care, Lilian’s sexual needs, which had lain buried for months, resurfaced. Had Lilian been able to leave Richard for five minutes, he would’ve satisfied his revived urges, but the moment he lost sight of Richard, he lapsed into shaking like a leaf. Richard’s absence, however brief, was a sure way to douse any heat in his loins. It was as though his desire had latched onto Richard, making him the north pole Lilian’s carnal urges pointed toward.

They extinguished the lights, leaving only a couple of candles on the bedside table burning. They drenched the bed in warm, low light, liquid gold shimmering on the white sheets. It was cruel how romantic it looked.

Richard guided him to the bed with a hand on his waist. Lilian knew he did it to reassure him. But then why did his touch sear him in the best way?

Lilian undressed and slid into bed—better to leave the nightshirt off as it was easy to make a mess with the faerie oil. He covered up with a towel, leaving his bare chest and legs on display. Richard, who didn’t bother to change, retrieved the vial. The sight of him in his fine clothing, moving onto the bed and between his legs, had Lilian’s stomach dropping.

Richard’s bronze curls gleamed in the candlelight; his smooth skin took on a darker shade. He spread the oil on his finger, and Lilian’s legs fell open. The towel slid to the side by an inch, still covering him. His cock was half-hard. Oh damn. Lilian steered his mind to innocent thoughts—the last thing he needed was an erection.

The moment Richard brushed his opening, Lilian was lost. The touch wasn’t different from the usual, and Richard’sdemeanor was as polite as always, but Lilian’s body, rabid with need, flooded his cock with blood.

If Richard noticed anything, he was too well-mannered to show it. The faerie oil stimulated Lilian’s entrance, readying it for breach. Heat collected in Lilian’s cheeks, and he was thankful for the dim light.

His hole had long stopped resisting Richard. The healing process was well underway, and Lilian felt better every time they applied the oil. These days, it didn’t take Richard more than a couple of strokes across his rim for the sphincter to loosen, welcoming him into his body. A longing throb pulsed through Lilian’s cock, and he braced against the moan that threatened to spill from his lips.

With a smidgen of pressure, Richard overcame the little ring of muscle and pushed inside. The faerie oil kindled Lilian’s arousal, heating his channel until it glowed with need. The urgency grew with every inch Richard progressed. He bottomed out, and Lilian’s pelvic floor gave a lazy contraction. So. Fucking. Good.

Reality caught up with him, and his gaze flew to Richard’s. He was watching Lilian intently, though his expression gave nothing away. Could Lilian hope that Richard hadn’t felt the lustful twitch of his inner muscles? No. He had to have noticed, but perhaps he was putting it down to an involuntary bodily reaction—that was what it was, after all, though it felt intimate. At least Richard wasn’t flustered, quieting Lilian’s worry of having fazed him.

The oil worked, and tingles exploded throughout Lilian, fiercer and hotter than ever, and he bucked, the towel almost sliding off him. The sudden move hit Richard unprepared. His finger jerked inside Lilian, curving upward. Pressing against his prostate.

Pleasure hit him like a lightning bolt. Lilian’s vision whitedout. His toes curled, and he gasped, his mind reeling, trying to catch up with what was happening. His mouth was faster. “Don’t move!”

Urgent and forceful, his voice sounded foreign to his ears, the breathy command hanging between them for a stunned second. Richard heeded it, every muscle locked as he hovered over Lilian, shock on his face.

“Did I hurt you?” Alarm laced Richard’s tone.

Lilian couldn’t think, his mind wiped out as he stared into Richard’s hazel eyes, a soft fingertip pushed against his most sensitive spot. “No…” He wanted to explain, but his thoughts ran away as he tried to grasp them, every part of him focusing on the hidden place deep inside of him Richard was lodged against. “No. Just don’t move.”

Richard gave him a nod, keeping still. Something nagged at the back of Lilian’s mind, telling him to put a stop to this, but it was washed away by growing waves of ecstasy. His cock jerked. A pearl of lust rolled onto his stomach. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time. No. He’dneverfelt this good.

A guttural groan broke out of Lilian.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” Richard asked. “Do you want me to pull out?”

“Stay.”

Unbidden, Lilian’s inner muscles tightened around Richard, embracing him, pushing him against his gland. Lilian’s slick insides undulated, sliding over Richard, seeking friction. His jaw went slack; his eyes zeroed in on Richard’s. Lost in that emerald gaze, Lilian gave a slow contraction. His insides lined up with Richard’s finger, every nerve ending pleasured by the combination of touch and faerie oil.

Lilian’s cock jolted again, and the fierce lurch dislodged the towel. It slid off his erection, exposing him.

“Lilian…”

That brought him back to the present. Blushing furiously, he lowered his eyes. His cock strained toward his stomach, the tip flushed pink and wet with precum.

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