Page 30 of His Noble Savior

“Always.”

Richard slid his arms into the water and clasped Lilian’s waist, his hold gentle yet possessive. Lilian belonged. Richard’s hands slid up his sides, then down to his hips.

“I love your body,” Richard mumbled, and Lilian’s stomach fluttered with joy.

Richard palmed Lilian’s pecs, then ran up to his shoulders and down his arms before returning to his waist. Wherever he went, heat crept over Lilian’s skin, every nerve ending sensitiveto his touch. He stroked Richard’s cock, which grew impossibly harder. A low groan rumbled out of Richard. His hands wandered to Lilian’s thighs, stroking along them.

Lilian gave Richard a firm jerk, making him arch. Richard’s hold on Lilian tightened, fingers curling.

“Sorry,” Richard said, loosening his iron grip.

“I don’t mind.”

He wanted Richard’s hands everywhere. Lilian hadn’t realized it until this moment, but the tiny bite of pain made it clear. There wasn’t anything Richard could do that Lilian wouldn’t enjoy. He trusted Richard to treat him right and not hurt him.

He let go of Richard’s cock and took his hands, guiding them to his ass. Richard shot him a questioning look.

“Touch me anywhere you like,” Lilian said. “Touch me everywhere.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Lilian tilted his head. “You’ve already touched me most intimately.”

“Not like this. Not when I was naked and hard.”

Lilian dipped in for a kiss. Richard wasn’t the only one with an aching erection. “I like that you’re hard.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. This is different from what I went through in captivity. They caused me pain. You grant me pleasure.”

Richard claimed his mouth, lips parting as he squeezed Lilian’s buttocks. Lilian moaned into the kiss, urgency mounting in his belly. Richard’s tongue slid inside, strong and slick. He tasted like heaven, and Lilian took his head between his hands, stroking him.

Richard’s fingers inched into Lilian’s crack, giving him plenty of time to withdraw. But Lilian couldn’t wait to be touched. A fingertip ran down his cleft, and he shivered when it reached hisentrance.

“Do you want me to stop?” Richard asked against his lips. He didn’t remove his digit.

“No.”

“There’s faerie oil on the shelf.”

Lilian rose out of the bath, water running down the length of his body, not caring that he was revealing his hard cock to Richard. He reached for the vial, Richard steadying him as he stretched to grab it. He took the oil and sank with Richard’s hands on his hips, humming as the warm water welcomed him back.

Lilian uncorked the vial and poured oil into Richard’s palm before dropping the flask on the pile of wet clothing on the washroom floor. A strong floral scent spread, notes of lavender and cherry blossoms filling the misty air.

Richard’s eyes burned with passion. He slicked his digits, and Lilian lifted his buttocks out of the water. It brought his cock, the shaft rigid and jutting upward, in Richard’s line of sight.

“You’re so pretty when you’re hard,” Richard said as he slipped deeper into the bath and mouthed Lilian’s root. Damp breath caressed his throbbing flesh, and an oiled finger pushed between his cheeks. It touched his pucker. Richard peered up at Lilian as his tongue darted out and slithered across a pulsing vein running up his shaft. The faerie oil woke his hole, made him crave penetration.

“Fuck…” Lilian breathed.

“Is that what you want me to do?”

Richard rubbed small circles over Lilian’s rim, mouthing his cock. Devotion shone in his eyes as he kissed and licked. His finger grew insistent, exerting tender pressure. He palmed Lilian’s ass with his free hand, spreading him, easing his access. Without thinking, Lilian pushed out, the little muscle opening for Richard. He heeded the invitation, inserting his digit to thefirst knuckle.

“Oh yes…” Lilian moaned.

Richard gave him a moment to get used to the stretch, the position different from how they normally applied the oil. Kneeling, Lilian was tighter.

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