I let him lower me to the ground, remembering how hopelessly infatuated I’d been years ago when I first fell in love with him. How did I stand a chance when he’s always so damn chivalrous? Staying with Kel was the only time in my life I’d ever truly felt cared for.
Kel covers my body with his massive one, his weight like a comforting blanket. He layers my jaw with kisses, teasing my earlobe, dragging a tongue down my neck, before his warm breath dusts over my collarbone.
I squeeze my eyes shut. The sight of Kel is almost too much to comprehend. How many torturous days did I spend wishing to be in this moment? To have Kel understand that my heart still beats for him? I didn’t even dare to consider he could feel the same. But now he’s on top of me, that intoxicating smell of cranberry, pine, and musk like my own tailor-made aphrodisiac.
Kel’s large hands drag my shirt up my torso before flopping it to the side. He’s working the laces of my pants when I grab his hand. He stops, looking up at me, concerned.
“Kel, wait. Is this… No, amIreally what you want?”
Those blue fire eyes aren’t blazing—they’re simmering, gentle and warm. “I’ve been waiting twenty-six years for you.”
“Twenty-six years, eh?” I smirk. “Do you still remember how?”
Kel gives me a matching smirk and jolts a hand out, pinching my nipple. “I’ll show you exactly what I remember.”
Instead of swatting his hand away, I give him an exaggerated moan that brings a rush of heat to his cheeks. I snatch his face and pull him to me, kissing him hard. Unlike Kel and his self-imposed celibacy, I haven’t shied from fucking as many fae as I possibly could in the last two decades, hoping, praying, pleading that one of them would somehow fill the emptiness in my chest. Of course, none of them ever did. Even with Rosalina’s sweet love, there’s still the void where Kel ripped a piece out of my heart. Little did I know he was holding on to it all this time.
Despite fae lover after fae lover, I never let any of them fuck me. I couldn’t. Not after Kel had me as he did, so wholly. Never has the Vale seen a man like the High Prince of Winter.
Pulling back, I tug Kel’s shirt over his head, and my eyes roam his chest. Gods, he is in a realm all his own, thickly muscled and covered in dark hair. I can’t stop from stroking my hands from collarbone to navel. A mosaic of scars decorates his skin, and I remember each one as if they were etched across my own flesh. My fingers have run along the white lines countless times, learning each story, wishing to mend every past wound. I never thought it was possible.
Maybe it is.
I peer up at Kel through my lashes. “Is this real?”
“It better be. I’m not losing you again.” Kel sweeps me in his arms, flipping us so he’s on his back on the fur blanket and I’m sitting between his legs.
I lick the line of hair running across his iron abs and down to his navel. “Well then, let me remind you what you’ve been missing.”
With a sharp tug, I yank Keldarion’s pants off. His cock springs free, monstrous in both length and girth. It slaps against his abdomen with a satisfyingthwackthat sets my mouth watering.
“Hello, High Prince,” I purr, kissing my way up his calves to his thick thighs. I hold Kel’s gaze the entire time. That blue fire is back, and now they’re more than burning. Kel’s stare is positively blazing.
When I reach the apex of his thighs, I’m shocked there’s not drool running down my chin. He looks delicious, the huge, veiny cock erect against his abdomen. Kel puts his hands behind his head and eyes me with a smug grin. He always thinks he’s so tough with that monster between his legs.
But he’ll remember who’s in control. If I recall our last tryst with Rosalina, it took about three licks before he was wrapped around my finger.
I’m not going to give him such satisfaction so soon. No, I’ve been waiting for this moment, having him when I know he’smineagain. I intend to savor every second.
I breathe in his scent, that intoxicating musk that makes my head hazy with lust. Then I grab him by the base and suck his balls into my mouth.
Kel cries out. With the encouragement, I give his cock a languid stroke. His thighs stiffen, the muscles straining. I pop his ball out of my mouth, burying my face in them, letting the smell fill my head like the rich tobacco smoked at bars in Cryptgarden.
“You are fucking torture,” Kel growls.
“And you are fucking rapture.” I run the flat of my tongue from base to tip, swirling around the bulbous head. A pearl ofprecum has already formed, and I lap it up greedily, like it’s the last drop of water in the Suadela Sands. Kel gives another moan that shoots right through my chest.
I keep licking him until he’s soaking with my saliva. Then I take a deep breath, preparing myself.
Kel raises a brow. “You know what you’re doing?”
“Of course I do. Doesn’t mean I don’t need to steel my nerves.”
“Caspian, afraid of my cock? Never thought I’d see the day.” A laugh rumbles through Kel, and he’s so damned gorgeous when he laughs, I can’t stop myself. I swallow his length to the midpoint, fighting back tears as I continue lowering. Kel places a hand on either side of my head, easing me deeper.
Once I’ve got him all the way to the hilt, my entire throat stuffed, I flick my gaze up to Kel. Daring. Begging.
“Good boy,” he growls, then pushes my head down at the same time as he thrusts his hips up. Again and again, he chokes me on his cock.
