“Lie down. Arms above your head.”
He obeys. Just like that.
No hesitation.
He lays back, stretches his arms up over the pillows, baring himself for me—my prince, completely exposed.
I take a beat tolook.
He’s flushed. Breathing shallow. His cock already heavy and twitching against his stomach. Waiting for my hands.
But he doesn’t get them yet.
“You trust me?” I ask, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, eyes locked on his.
“Always.”
I kneel between his thighs and start prepping him—slick fingers working him open one at a time, slow and controlled. My other hand stays on his hip, holding him still when he tries to rock.
He groans. Whines. He wants more, but he won’t beg yet.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You.” His voice cracks. “Please, Rangi, I need you to fuck me.”
I slick my cock, line up, and push in with one long, deliberate thrust. He gasps—head tilting back, hands fisting the sheets—but he doesn’t pull away.
I give him a second to adjust, watching the way his throat works as he swallows down the pressure.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” I murmur, and then I start to move.
Slow at first. Deep. Powerful. I fuck him like I’ve got nothing to prove and everything to claim.
And he lets me. Lets me hold him open. Lets me control the rhythm. Lets me take.
He pants and moans, arms no longer above his head—he clutches at my back now, pulling me deeper, grounding himself on me.
“Rangi,” he gasps. “Gods, I?—”
“You’re mine,” I tell him, bending low to bite the skin below his ear. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” he chokes. “Fuck—please.”
I change the angle, fuck him harder. His legs tighten, heels digging into my back.
His cock pulses between us, untouched.
“You’re gonna come without even being touched,” I promise him. “You’re gonna fall apart for me like the good prince you are.”
He curses then he begs. And when I fuck him just right, he shatters.
His whole body locks. His back arches. He spills hard, clenching around me so tight I see stars.
I keep going, just a few more thrusts, chasing the heat rolling up my spine—and then I’m groaning against his throat, hips jerking as I come deep inside him.
I don’t pull out.
I stay wrapped around him, breathing hard, chest pressed to his.
