Page 69 of His Noble Savior

He tapped Lilian repeatedly, provoking a string of breathy curses, which grew in volume as his touch firmed. Lilian didn’t know how he deserved this royal treatment, but he revered Richard all the more for it.

Soon, Richard was prodding and stroking him, his once perfunctory nudges turning purposeful and focused, designed to deliver unspeakable pleasure. Lilian responded to each swipe across his gland with insistent, debauched noises, spurring Richard into rougher and faster jabs.

As Richard sped up, Lilian’s insides pulled taut, and his balls flexed. They yearned to unload. His cock was making a mess of the sheets, but Lilian didn’t care. All that mattered was the ecstasy Richard rained on him. A first, involuntary contraction announced his approaching orgasm. The moans he spilled turned high-pitched and urgent.

Richard’s fingertips on his sensitive gland felt wonderful. They massaged him without pause, driving him to the brink of desperation. Richard’s love flooded him, making each touch twice as good. He poured tender care into Lilian, lovingly stroking his most special place.

It robbed Lilian of his senses. Dizzy with emotion and lust, his vision blurred. His lips parted, breath puffing out of him.Richard’s affection streamed into his core, and his fingers curled in the sheets.

Lilian floated, two fingertips kneading the center of his being to climax. His hole narrowed, embracing Richard’s digits, driving them deep into his prostate. They stayed. Exerting pressure. It built, Lilian’s inner walls tensing. Delectable lust sluiced into him, and when he thought it couldn’t get better, a tidal wave of love crashed into him. There was no holding back.

Richard’s warmth swept him away, and an orgasm washed over Lilian. His insides erupted into convulsions, clutching Richard’s fingers, holding them firmly in the place where he needed them the most.

Richard’s hand disappeared from his back, and the wet slap of skin on oiled skin punched the air. Not two seconds later, Richard let loose a gasping grunt. Feverish lust hit Lilian’s soul, and ribbons of hot cum smacked his ass.

Oh fuck. Richard was coming. He was coming on Lilian, painting his skin with his release, jerking his cock to the sight of Lilian climaxing on his fingers.

Another splatter whacked him across his cheeks, and Lilian whined, his hole undulating around Richard’s digits. They were firm and thick, and Lilian keened, coming so hard he lost all feeling in his body except his clenching core and cum-spurting cock. He drenched the sheets.

The moment his contractions faded, Richard’s fingers resumed their merciless strokes. Lilian yelped, but Richard was relentless, panting and snarling above him. “I told you that wouldn’t be it.”

He quickened the pace, and tension gathered in Lilian’s loins. Oh damn. He was seconds away from coming again. Richard ground into his love spot, and Lilian exploded into another orgasm. It rattled him, turning him into a convulsing heap ofpleasure.

More wet, sloshing sounds and Richard groaned. Hot spurts hit Lilian’s ass. Cum ran into his crease, collecting in the place where Richard had buried his fingers inside him. He pulled out, ran his digits through his seed, and thrust inside, pressing his cum drenched fingertips into Lilian’s prostate.

A savage curse flew off Lilian’s lips, and he burst into contractions. They worshiped Richard. They worshiped Richard’s cum inside him. Where it belonged.

He needed Richard, needed him inside his hole. Lilian panted through his climax. “Fuck me.”

Richard gave him one last stroke, delivering a mind-breaking convulsion. He withdrew and made to roll Lilian onto his back.

“No, like this,” Lilian pressed out. “Take me from behind.”

“But—”

“Our connection. Your scent. I know it’s you. I love you, and I want you to fuck me.”

Hesitation swayed in the bond. Richard didn’t want to scare or hurt him.

Lilian looked over his shoulder. “I want you. Full force. No holding back. I’m a fae, and you can’t break me.”

It must’ve appeased Richard because his resolve returned. The hunger in his soul flared. “Then I’m going to fuck you like I mean it.”

Oh hell, yes. Lilian buried his face in the pillow and lifted his ass, body and soul begging Richard to mount him. He didn’t have to be asked twice. Holding Lilian’s hips steady, Richard slid in behind him. For a split second, Lilian feared this position would prove too much after all, but Richard’s soul was a constant, reassuring presence. In his arms, Lilian had nothing to worry about. Richard was there to pleasure and protect him, and Lilian sank into the safety of their joint souls.

Richard’s slick and spongy glans tapped his entrance, andLilian bore down, opening that tight hole for his husband. The pressure built, and Richard’s cockhead squeezed inside. Lilian’s anal ring rejoiced at being conquered. Richard taking him was Lilian’s sweetest defeat.

“Fuck…” Richard ground out. “You’re so damn tight… every time…”

A spurt of precum spilled from Lilian’s tip, adding to the mess on the sheets. Grunting, Richard advanced. He stuffed his cock into him, every shove making Lilian constrict around him.

That big cockhead pleasured Lilian’s walls on the way in, rubbing every last nerve ending. The added faerie oil did the rest, causing Lilian to squirm and moan.

Richard clasped his hips and thrust, hilting himself in Lilian, completing the invasion. Lilian clenched. The fullness fueled his lust. He craved to be claimed and fucked. Richard dousing his insides in cum was the consummation of their marriage, and Lilian yearned to be taken and possessed in the most primal way. He ought to be pumped full of seed.

Richard couldn’t read his thoughts, but the notion must’ve traveled through the bond—his cock jerked violently inside Lilian, the fat glans thumping his prostate.

Lilian gasped, his eager hole gagging for more. Richard didn’t keep him waiting. Against the resistance of Lilian’s constricting walls, he withdrew. He shoved back in, roaring when he bottomed out. Panting, he dropped onto Lilian, and for the first time, Richard’s calm, cultivated manner gave way to something wild and untamed. He brought his front to Lilian’s back, his larger body caging Lilian’s smaller one. It should’ve frightened him, but the opposite was true. Richard’s possessiveness was a promise of safety.

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