Page 67 of His Noble Savior

Richard hummed drowsily. He looked out of it, his eyes closed, lips curling in a satisfied smile. Lilian pecked him, but when he made to withdraw, Richard caught his chin and kissed him back, his tongue diving deep. Their desire flared to life, and the kiss grew impassioned and hungry. Lilian couldn’t get enough.

Richard wedged a leg between his thighs, and Lilian rutted against him, lazily stroking Richard. Their arousal built, but before they got too close to losing themselves, Richard eased back.

“How do you want to do it?” Richard asked. “I can move you into a shoulder stand, or you could turn on your stomach, but…”

“I’ll lie on my front.”

Richard’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? You won’t be able to see me, and you might not like that.”

“Because I’ll miss your gorgeous face as you make me squirm?” Lilian asked lightly, but he knew what Richard was getting at. They’d never been intimate in a position where Lilian couldn’t see him.

“I’ll be fine,” Lilian said. It was true. A bit of tongue wouldn’t hurt. On the contrary…

He rolled onto his stomach and shoved a big, fluffy pillow under his head. Mmh, it smelled of Richard. The sheets rustledas Richard shuffled behind him, and then his hands came down on Lilian’s cheeks. Lilian tensed momentarily, not out of fear but in expectation of what was to come. Richard squeezed him, and Lilian let go, relaxing his muscles.

“You look amazing,” Richard said, and Lilian saw himself on the bed, blond locks brushing his shoulder blades, arms tucked under the pillow to support his head. His shoulders were narrow, but his back still tapered to his waist. A burst of desire belted him, though it took a minute before he realized it wasn’t his lust—it was Richard’s.

At the knowledge, Lilian stretched on the sheets, showing off his long, slender body. Richard saw through it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate it—his hunger swamped the bond.

Richard spread Lilian’s cheeks, cool air kissing his crease. What it would feel like when Richard’s tongue… Lilian nestled his cheek into the pillow and watched the candle on the nightstand flicker amidst a dozen rose petals.

The sheets whispered, and then hot, damp breath puffed against his entrance. Under the pillow, his hands curled in the bed linen. The first, wet lick had him gasping. Eyes wide, Lilian stared into the flame, his mind unable to catch up to the fact that Richard’s tongue was touching himthere. It made him self-conscious. What if Richard didn’t like it?

“My God,” Richard mumbled, “you don’t just smell like flowers; you taste like flowers, fresh and sweet. I don’t know how you do it, little spring fae.”

He buried his face between Lilian’s parted buttocks. Flowers? That wasn’t what Lilian had expected, but he’d take it. Richard tongued his rim, and Lilian arched. Wedged between his abdomen and the mattress, his cock twitched.

Richard came down on him in circles, his tongue rotating until Lilian’s hole couldn’t help but open under the caress, the muscle widening before closing again. Round and roundRichard licked him; then he switched to an up and down motion. Sensations swirled through Lilian, every flick of that skilled tongue taking him higher.

Wetness dripped from his cockhead, smearing onto his abdomen and soaking the sheets. If Richard kept this up, there’d be a puddle under Lilian by the time he was done.

“I feel the ghost of every lick,” Richard said when he came up for air, and Lilian moaned. He wanted Richard to feel good, to get as much out of this as he did. By the sounds of it, Richard was thoroughly enjoying himself. Lilian couldn’t wait to return the favor.

Another circle, and Lilian’s anal muscle went loose and placid. His sphincter opened, and Richard dipped inside. The shock of pleasure annihilated Lilian’s thoughts. He mumbled into the pillow, as precum streamed from his cock and onto the sheets.

Wet and soft, Richard’s tongue slid around his inner muscle, which quivered, then contracted. Ecstatic tremors rippled through Lilian. He was too out of it to wrap his head around what was happening, but Richard’s bliss sloshed into him, and that was enough to bring his insides to another delicious convulsion.

Had he known the marriage bond felt like this, he would’ve advanced the wedding date. He’d never want to miss this again.

Richard wormed deeper, and Lilian’s eyes rolled back in his head. Oh fuck. He whimpered, hoping it’d encourage Richard. He needn’t have worried. Richard tongue-fucked his hole, turning him into a dripping mess. He wriggled in and out, massaging Lilian’s ring into relaxation, teasing his inner walls with promises of what was to come.

Lilian poured an endless string of elated little noises, each one affirming Richard’s caresses. Besides the physical pleasure, there was the emotional bliss. Waves of adoration flowedbetween them, Richard sending them in time with each lick and whirl. Lilian’s eyes leaked happiness. He shook with it. He’d never thought he’d end up with a man who loved him with such burning intensity. All his life, Lilian had been rejected and abused, and now he lived in a castle fit for royalty, married to a lord who showered him with affection and gifts alike. Lilian’s gratitude knew no bounds. He gave himself to Richard without reservation. Richard had more than saved him.

“I love you,” Lilian choked out. There was no need to say it when their feelings shone so transparently through the bond, but he liked the sound of the words as they echoed off the tall ceiling.

Richard emerged from his cleft and pushed up on his cheeks. He leaned in, brushed Lilian’s locks aside, and placed a kiss on his shoulder. “I love you too.” He shifted and popped the cork off the faerie oil. “Let me show you how much.”

A heartbeat later, a slick finger came to rest on Lilian’s opening. The heat came instantly, rolling deep into Lilian and radiating across his buttocks. Richard pushed against the remaining resistance of Lilian’s tight anal ring, conquering it. His digit invaded Lilian’s hole, claiming him.

“This is yours,” Lilian said, his words muffled by the pillow. “My hole is yours.”

“And I take care of what’s mine.”

Richard inched deeper, rotating his finger to spread the oil. Lilian’s injury had long healed, but Richard took great care to ensure he was thoroughly lubed before intercourse.

As he slid inside, Lilian’s hole constricted, squeezing his digit. So good. The faerie oil set Lilian’s insides ablaze, pleasuring him with rushes of sensations.

Richard bottomed out, then withdrew and added a second finger. Lilian was used to the penetration, but Richard’s carefulness never wavered. Stretching was important, he saidwhen Lilian tried to hurry him along. There wouldn’t be a hint of pain on Richard’s watch.

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