“Fuck, Farron,” he growls. “You’re perfect.”
Perfect for you?What else could I ask for? With Dayton, I feel the courage of a lion. Maybe I could be High Prince if he were by my side. We could rule together, spending our days serving Autumn and our nights serving each other.
The thought heightens my desire. A strangled cry escapes me, and Dayton reaches down, fevered, and grabs my cock, stroking again to match the rhythm. Stuffed full inside, my cock clenched in his grip, the wave of my passion begins to crest.
“Dayton, I-I need to?—”
“Fuck, yes, Farron. I’m going to come with you, okay? You come and I’ll come. I’ll fill you up. Okay?”
His words are urgent, needy. I can’t keep it in anymore. The orgasm crashes over me as the ocean did when I leapt from the rocks. It feels like falling. My cock twitches and erupts across my chest. Dayton roars out, shoving deeper than ever before. My eyes nearly roll back into my head as I’m filled beyond what I thought possible.
The world dissolves into a haze. Dayton collapses on top of me, his weight calming. He murmurs unintelligible words between kisses on my neck. I stroke his wavy hair and stare up at the stars. Which one did he come from? Which one did I?Why does it feel like we came from the same one?
We lie there like that for what could be minutes or hours. Finally, Dayton groans and rolls off me, erupting into joyous laughter for no reason at all, and I can’t help but join in. Then he stands, scoops me over his shoulder, and carries me into the surf.
After we wash, we collapse back down on the small grassy patch around the palm tree, both staring up into the sky.
Dayton entwines our fingers. “I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”
My breath catches. “Me neither.”
“There’re so many other places we could do this! There are thousands of isles in Summer. We should make it our goal to do this on all of them.” He rolls over and gives me a wild grin.
Now, my breathing quickens. He wants to keep doing this with me. He doesn’t want me to leave.
I knew it. I knew Dayton felt the same way.
Facing him, I gently run my hand along his cheek. “Let’s do it. A thousand places. Even if it takes us forever.”
Dayton laughs. “Forever is a very long time.”
The words I want to say feel too big for this little island, so I smile and stare into his turquoise eyes.
Forever isn’t long enough if I’m with you.
11
Dayton
The Autumn nobles are readying to depart. The vibrant colors of their carriages contrast sharply against the pale landscape of Soltide Keep. I stand near the edge of the courtyard, my heart a tangle of emotions, watching as Farron and his people ready themselves for the journey home.
Damocles stands with Niamh, clutching her hands as they engage in some last-minute gossip—no doubt lamenting that they couldn’t get a formal engagement out of Farron and me. In fact, as far as Damocles is concerned, we’re barely amicable acquaintances.
I certainly don’t make my acquaintances scream the way I made Fare scream last night, though. I don’t hear my acquaintance’s heart as I lie on their chest, the sound more important than anything in the world.
I think the High Prince and Niamh are distracted enough that I can say a brief goodbye.
Farron’s eyes widen as I approach him. I can already hear his siblings arguing from inside the carriage.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.”
We’ve spent the whole last month together, our days and nights filled with laughter and adventures. I want to crash my lips against his one last time, taste the sweetness of his mouth. But that would reveal everything, share this treasure of a month with everyone.
Instead, I take his hands in mine, squeezing them tightly. “I’ll see you at the Autumn Equinox Festival,” I say, voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “And then at Winter Solstice.”
“That feels so far away.” Farron’s smile is tinged with sadness. “You better be there.”
