Page 59 of His Noble Savior

Lilian surged and claimed his mouth, curling around him with arms and legs. Richard dropped his weight onto him, and Lilian moaned. Their hands found each other, fingers twining. The day they married, a soulbond would be formed, tying them together irrevocably, bringing them as close as two people could be.

“I can’t wait for your soul to embrace mine,” Lilian whispered. “Nothing will be able to separate us.”

“We’ll be one.”

“Yes.”

“My betrothed,” Richard said with reverence. He couldn’t wait to tell the world that Lilian, this beautiful fae, was his. The announcement would have to wait until they were home. This was James and Raziel’s wedding, and he didn’t want to steal their moment. Richard would tell his family once they returned to Somerdale Castle. Then he’d send letters to his cousins and inform them there’d be another wedding before the summer was out. He’d shout from the rooftops that Lilian had chosen him.

Richard kissed him, deep and possessive, and Lilian unfolded like a flower under him, knees falling to the sides, inviting him inside. But tonight, Richard had different plans. Tonight, he wanted to worship Lilian.

Never breaking the kiss, Richard grasped the skirt of Lilian’s robe and slid it up his body. He pushed onto his elbows when Lilian lifted his hips to allow him to drag the garment over them. Nibbling at Lilian’s lower lip, he brought them into a sitting position. He pulled away for a second to haul the robe over Lilian’s head, then he was back on him, pressing his naked body into the mattress. Lilian wriggled, bumping his hard cock into Richard. He’d be leaving a trail of precum on Richard’s jacket, who couldn’t help but smirk. Maybe he’d “accidentally” wear it again tomorrow, showing the world how happy he made this beautiful creature.

He pecked Lilian’s cheek and jawline before dipping to his pulse point where he briefly sucked, though not long enough to leave a bruise. Peppering his chest with open-mouthed kisses, Richard made him squirm. He ran his tongue over a soft nipple, provoking a moan as the dusty pink skin cinched, pebbling for him. Richard took the erect nub between his lips and squeezed, coaxing a breathy sound out of Lilian. God, he loved how Lilian responded.

Eager to tease more out of him, Richard licked his fingers,and set them on Lilian’s other nipple, pinching the sensitive skin until it firmed. He played with it, then cupped Lilian’s pecs and kissed his way down his body. Lilian’s skin was silk under his lips, and he couldn’t help licking across it. He pressed his open mouth to Lilian’s fluttering stomach while thumbing his hard nipples. The scent of arousal hit him and clouded his mind. He was incapable of thinking about anything but the sweet liquid Lilian leaked. His dick stood tall between his legs, the wide tip dark with desire, the shaft throbbing for Richard.

“God, you have the prettiest cock.”

Tilting his head, Richard mouthed Lilian’s flushed crown. Fuck, so smooth and yet so hard. He loved that cock.

Lilian cried out when Richard flicked his slit. A gush of precum squirted onto Richard’s tongue, getting him drunk on its salty flavor. Determined to prompt another sluice, he licked at Lilian’s glans, his tongue flitting across the satiny skin until more fluid spilled for him to lap up.

Shaky hands laced into his curls. Nothing was better than Lilian taking control. He directed Richard’s head, pushing him onto his cock.

Richard practically drooled when he opened up to let him in. He was rock-hard inside his trousers, his dick weeping precum. Lilian’s flared head slid between his lips, and Richard licked across it, triggering a helpless whimper along with another trickle. It coated his tongue, and he swallowed, his mouth closing around Lilian as he pushed deeper. A yell of pleasure bolted out of Lilian. He snapped his hips, burying his length to the root in Richard’s mouth, who fought his gag reflex, relaxing the muscles at the back of his throat. As he forced himself to breathe deeply, the tension waned. Lilian held him in place, and Richard closed his eyes, indulging in the fullness in his mouth, in the knowledge that he was pleasuring the man he loved.

Richard hollowed his cheeks and sucked, and a broken whinedropped from Lilian’s lips. God, there was nothing he wouldn’t do if he got to worship Lilian’s cock every day for the rest of his life. His own cock was pulsing with need, and he rocked his hips into the mattress, chasing pressure and relief.

Lilian loosened his hold, which Richard took as a request to move. He bobbed his head, swirling his tongue along Lilian’s underside, flicking across that vein snaking up the shaft. His reward was a stream of groans and precum.

Up and down, he worked Lilian’s cock, ecstatic cries growing urgent. Richard’s jaw ached, but he didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was Lilian’s pleasure.

He hit the back of Richard’s throat, grunting. Richard held him there, not moving except the twirling of his tongue, teasing Lilian. He swallowed, and his throat closed around Lilian’s crown, hugging it.

Lilian shrieked, his abdomen tensed, and his cock jerked in Richard’s mouth. He came, shooting hot seed down Richard’s throat, who swallowed with fervor. The tightening of his muscles milked more cum from Lilian’s twitching cock. It flooded him, the salty liquid washing over his tongue. Richard savored it. He loved nothing more than knowing he’d made Lilian feel so good he couldn’t help spilling his seed.

A small whimper was Richard’s signal to let go, and he slipped off Lilian’s cock. It smeared a drop of cum onto Richard’s bottom lip, which he licked up with zeal.

Lilian lay flushed and smiling on the pillows, lids heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. He beckoned Richard closer, who gladly obeyed, lying down by his side. They kissed, and Lilian hummed happily.

“Love coming inside your mouth,” Lilian mumbled between kisses.

“Love your taste.”

Lilian purred and licked across Richard’s lower lip. Hisnimble fingers worked Richard’s doublet open, impatiently tugging at the laces. When they came undone, Richard shrugged out of the jacket and discarded it beside the bed.

“You must be tired,” Richard said. “You don’t have to—”

Lilian raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seriously think you get to propose marriage to me and then deny me your body?” He pushed Richard’s unlaced shirt over his shoulders and undid his trousers. “Get naked.”

How could Richard say no to his future husband? He stripped, then climbed on top of Lilian, pecking the corner of his mouth. Richard dropped his weight on him, and his cock pressed into Lilian’s lower abdomen. “Tell me what you want.”

Lilian’s jaw slackened. He clasped Richard’s waist, provoking him to rock into him. Moaning, Richard responded, his cock twitching in delight at the friction. He pushed onto his hands, gazing into Lilian’s eyes as he ground and panted, leaving a sticky trail of lust on their stomachs.

Lilian’s fingers splayed and ran to his hip, then around, cupping Richard’s cheeks. A deep groan broke out of Richard. There was something possessive in Lilian’s touch. In his eyes. God, how Richard loved it. Lilian had every right to be possessive. He owned Richard, his body, his soul. Once they were married, they’d be even closer. Richard couldn’t wait for it. He yearned to share every part of himself with Lilian.

Lilian squeezed his ass, and a trickle of precum drooled from Richard’s cockhead.

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