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Luther tilted his head back. He pulled air into his lungs as he continued to take Onyx inside until his stinging arse pressed against Onyx’s thighs and Onyx’s cock was buried to the hilt.

For a second, he held still, just enjoying the feeling of fullness. Then Luther rocked his hips. Onyx’s length rubbed inside his channel. Onyx growled.

Luther lifted, body trembling. Onyx’s dick slid from his body until just the crown remained inside him. Luther tightened his fingers on Onyx’s shoulders as he lowered. Up and down, up and down, Luther moved in a slow, steady rhythm, taking Onyx inside him over and over.

“That’s it,” Onyx whispered. “Ride my cock.” His throat flushed with arousal.

Luther squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feel of Onyx’s dick gliding in and out of his body. Luther rose and fell faster.

“You feel so good.” Onyx’s hands tightened on Luther’s hips, guiding him to move faster still.

Luther bounced on Onyx’s lap. Their bodies slapped together, his tender arse aching.

Luther angled his body. He cried out as the head of Onyx’s dick nailed his prostate. Onyx’s nails dug into Luther’s hips.

Throwing his head back, Luther cried out. One of Onyx’s hands released Luther’s hip and wrapped around his cock.

Luther gasped as Onyx stroked him with a tight, callused grip, in time with the rise and fall of Luther’s hips. The pleasure spiralled, building to a peak inside Luther.

“I’m close,” Luther gasped as he chased his second orgasm.

His rhythm grew erratic as every muscle in his body tensed. Onyx stroked him faster, grip tightening.

Luther mewled as he came for a second time. His cock spurted between them, and Onyx stroked Luther’s dick through his orgasm.

Luther slumped forward. But Onyx wasn’t done. Not yet.

Onyx released Luther’s dick and grasped Luther’s hips with both hands, lifting him.

Onyx thrust up, hard and fast, pounding into Luther. Luther cried out as Onyx’s cock rubbed inside his oversensitive channel. Hips stuttering, Onyx roared his orgasm. He buried himself deep once more, holding Luther in place as he filled Luther with his cum.

After a moment, Onyx collapsed back onto the settee. Luther draped over him.

Their heavy breathing filled the room. Onyx’s hands stroked Luther’s back and his burning arse.

Someone tried the door handle. Luther tensed.

“Shhh. It’s locked. They can’t come in,” Onyx said.

Luther let out a breath, resting his head on Onyx’s shoulder.

After several moments, Luther spoke. “We should probably clean up as best we can and try to get to someone’s bedroom without being seen.”

“Not yet,” Onyx said as he continued to stroke Luther’s back. “In a few minutes.”

ChapterForty-Six

“You seem to be getting along well with your new husband,” Warden Flint said to Onyx.

Onyx had come across his uncle beside the unfurled map in the library.

It was a different library from the one he’d fucked Luther in the night before. This one was part of the section of the monastery provided for the Grey Mountains royal family. But still the sight and smell of the books brought the image of Luther riding his cock to mind.

Onyx cleared his throat, trying not to think of that so he could converse with his uncle without developing an erection.

“I know you did not wish to be married to him.” Warden Flint held a teacup and saucer. “But you have appeared … rather cosy together of late.” He lifted the porcelain cup to his lips and sipped as he studied Onyx.

Was that a comment about all the sex Luther and Onyx had been having? Did his uncle know somehow? They were not quiet. And Luther had been spending time recently in Onyx’s room. In fact, this very moment, Luther slept in Onyx’s bed. Onyx had chosen not to wake him when he rose for the day. He knew Luther often didn’t sleep well.