Page 47 of Defying the Crown
"We should do something about that," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. The words hang heavy in the air between us like an unspoken promise.
I hook my fingers into his waistband, the fabric soft against my skin as I tug him closer. I start walking backwards toward the bathroom, pulling him along with me as I go. My heart pounds in my chest with anticipation, the sound echoing loudly in my ears.
Harald follows willingly behind me, his eyes never leaving mine for an instant. In their depths, I see a hunger that mirrors my own - a longing so intense it takes my breath away. He moves with a predatory grace. Every step he takes brings him closer to me until finally he reaches out and pulls me flush against his chest.
In the bathroom, surrounded by steam and the soft sound of running water, I finally let myself really look at him. His chest is flushed, his hair messed up from where I pulled off his sweater. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Last chance to back out," I murmur softly, my voice husky with anticipation, though deep down I know neither of us has any intention of stopping what's about to happen. The air between us crackles with unspoken desire, our bodies gravitating together as if drawn by an irresistible force.
Harald's response is a searing kiss that ignites a fire within me, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that sends electric shivers racing through my body. The marble beneath my feet, warm from the heated floors, seems to melt away as I lose myself in his embrace. His breath mingles with mine, hot and sweet, carrying the whispered promise: "Never." A shudder ripples through me at the intensity of his words. "I want this," he murmurs, his voice rough withdesire. "Want you."
The shower beckons behind us, but for a moment we just stand there, holding each other, breathing the same air. Harald's fingers trail down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they dance across the sensitive skin of my lower back. I arch into his touch, craving more of that delicious pressure against my aching body. His hands slide lower still, cupping my ass and pulling me flush against him as he nips at my neck.
I moan softly, tilting my head to give him better access as his lips work magic on my skin. But then Harald's fingers slip beneath the waistband of my tight boxers and all thoughts of waiting disappear in a haze of steam and desire as he frees my straining erection from its confines.
My hips buck forward reflexively into his touch, seeking more of that electrifying friction against my sensitive flesh. Harald chuckles low in his throat at the reaction before slowly stroking me from root to tip. Pleasure shoots through me like liquid fire with each drag of his hand over my throbbing length.
Emboldened by the breathy sounds spilling from my lips, I reach down to return the favor and free Harald's own impressive cock from the prison of his boxer briefs. It springs out eagerly, slapping against our abdomens with a fleshy thwack that reverberates through the charged air between us. The sound is obscene yet utterly arousing as I gasp sharply at the feeling of my throbbing shaft pressed up hotly against Harald's own arousal. His is larger than mine, longer and thicker with a delicious weight that promises so much pleasure to come. Seeing what Harald has to work with sends a surge of masculine pride coursing through me along with the liquid fire of desire searing my veins.
The shower spray is hot against my back as I step in and as Harald steps in after me, his hands finding my waist in the steam. Water runs down his face, catching on his eyelashes, making him look somehow younger, more vulnerable. I reach up to brush a droplet from his cheek.
His voice is a low, honeyed murmur. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, thumbs drawing circles on my hip bones with a feather-light touch that ignites sparks under my skin. I feel like molten lava is flowing through my veins at his tentative exploration, every nerve ending alive and tingling with anticipation. The gentle friction of his thumbs tracing lazy spirals on either side of my pelvis makes me ache to arch into his touch, to press closer and feel the hard planes of his body against mine.
I answer by pulling him closer, pressing our foreheads together. The heat of his breath mingles with mine, a promise of the passion to come. "More than okay," I murmur against his lips before capturing them in a scorching kiss. The warm water cascades over both of us like a tropical rainforest deluge, creating our own private world where time stands still - a cocoon of steam and sensation that blocks out everything except the feeling of his body pressed against mine. "I trust you," I breathe into the kiss before trailing hot kisses along his jawline and down the column of his throat.
His breath catches at that, and I know he understands what those words mean coming from me. After Alex, after everything, trust doesn't come easily. But with Harald, it feels as natural as breathing.
"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, reaching for the hotel's fancy body wash. The scent of sandalwood fills the air as he pours some into his palm.
His hands are gentle as they move across my shoulders, down my back, leaving trails of silky lather in their wake. Each touch feels like a promise, like healing, erasing the ghosts of past hurts with every careful caress. The steady pressure of his fingers works out knots of tension I didn't even know I was carrying. I close my eyes, letting myself feel completely safe for the first time in years, surrendering to the absolute trust I have in him. The warmth radiating from his body and the rhythmic sound of the shower create a cocoon of security that makes my chest ache with emotion.
"You're trembling," he notices, his voice thick with emotion.
"Good trembling," I assure him, opening my eyes to meet his worried gaze. "I just... no one's ever touched me like this before. Like I matter."
Harald's eyes darken with a mix of desire and protective anger. "You matter," he says fiercely. "You matter so much, Daniel."
I reach up and gently cup Harald's strong jaw with my hand, guiding his lips towards mine. The moment our mouths meet in an intimate embrace under the cascading water droplets showering us from above creates such an electrifying sensation all through my body it makes every single nerve ending tingle and buzz. The kiss is deep and sensual as we lose ourselves in this perfect intimate moment together sharing our raw emotions with each other.
I pull Harald flush against me and wrap my arms around his neck pulling myself closer as we pour our hearts out into the kiss that conveys all the unspoken feelings building up inside us both. Even with the water running down between us I've never felt more connected, more attuned, more in sync with another person than this instant right here wrapped up together locked in each other's loving arms kissing passionately underneath the soothing hot stream.
His strong, skilled hands glide sensually down the curves of my body until they reach my firm buttocks. He grips them tightly, his fingers digging into my supple flesh as he pulls me flush against him. I let out a sharp gasp against his soft lips at his bold touch sending jolts of electricity racing through my body straight to my core.
"Harry..."
The tender words caress my ears as his breath tickles the delicate skin of my neck. "I've got you," he whispers, and I believe him. The sincerity in his voice resonates deep within my soul, a soothing balm to the raw, exposed places that have been so long denied such simple yet profound affirmation. In this moment, wrapped securely in his strong embrace, I feel an overwhelming sense of safety wash over me like a wave of liquid warmth. "I've got you," he repeats softly, as if to drive home the reality of it, and I lean into him, pressing myself against the firm contours of his body, feeling his firm desire pressing against me. With those three simple words spoken against my skin like a lover's caress, he has claimed me in a way no one else ever has before.
In the steam and warmth, surrounded by his touch and his care, I let myself fall apart in his arms, knowing he'll catch me.
Harald's skilled fingers leave a trail of fire in their wake as they tease my entrance, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire body. I can't help but moan out his name in response, the sound muffled by the steady spray of water cascading around us. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying, but with Harald's strong arms wrapped around me, I feel a sense of safety I never thought possible.
Emboldened by the trust we've built between us, my own hands begin to roam as well. My fingertips glide over his hard length, tracing the veins and contours of his long thick shaft. The way he groans into my ear at my touch sends a thrill straight to my core, and I can't help but smile to myself. It feels empowering to know that I have this effect on him - that I can make him feel even a fraction of the desire he stirs in me with just a simple touch.
"Oh God, Daniel," he pants against my neck, his grip on my hips tightening ever so slightly asif he's trying to maintain control. "You feel so good."
His words are like gasoline on the flames of my arousal, and I find myself grinding back against him, desperate for more contact between us. His fingers slip further inside me, and I gasp at the intrusion - not from pain but from the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him in such an intimate way. It feels right somehow - like two puzzle pieces finally coming together after years of searching for their match.
"Harry," I moan breathlessly as he begins to move his fingers in and out in time with the rhythm of our kisses - slow at first but quickly picking up speed as our passion ignites white-hot between us like kindling waiting for a spark...
