Page 152 of Courting the Dragon Prince

Onyx’s hands slid beneath Luther’s underarms.

“I’m not done with you yet, Your Highness.” Onyx gripped Luther and hauled him from the tub with a splash of water.

ChapterSixty-Nine

Luther stood in the tub, water dripping down his body. He swayed and gripped Onyx’s arms for balance.

Onyx guided Luther from the tub and fused their mouths together. Luther moaned into the kiss as his wet naked body pressed against the fabric of Onyx’s clothes. He leaned against Onyx, rubbing against him as Onyx plundered his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around Luther, Onyx lifted him. Luther gasped into the kiss. Luther wrapped both his legs around Onyx’s waist. Thankfully, his injured leg didn’t give him any trouble.

Onyx carried Luther towards the bed and lowered him to the bedding. Somehow, they managed to not break the kiss.

Onyx’s hands ran up and down Luther’s sides. Luther shivered and arched against Onyx.

Finally, Onyx broke the kiss, tearing his mouth away, leaving Luther panting and gazing up at Onyx. Water had soaked Onyx’s clothes. Onyx tugged them off, casting them aside with abandon. His lustful gaze raked over Luther’s naked body.

Luther leaned towards the nightstand, yanking it open and grabbing the oil within. As soon as he turned around, Onyx was on him. Onyx lay down on top of him, chest pressing against chest as Luther was driven into the cool sheets.

Luther moaned, spreading his legs and welcoming Onyx between them. He kissed Onyx. Their naked bodies slotted together, Luther’s wet skin sliding against Onyx’s. His prick began to plump up once again. He gripped Onyx’s shoulders as he lost himself in the movement of mouths, tongues, and bodies.

Onyx pulled back. He gazed down into Luther’s eyes. He stroked Luther’s cheek. Luther leaned into the touch.

“I love you, Luther,” Onyx said, voice solemn. “I know our marriage was arranged. I know neither of us wanted it. But I am so very glad to have you as my husband, my partner in life.”

Luther’s heart stuttered. Luther gripped Onyx’s hand, which still cupped his cheek. He pressed a kiss to Onyx’s palm. “I love you, Onyx. I’m glad I married you.”

Onyx smiled. He reached for Luther’s hand, which held the oil. Leaning back, Onyx unstopped the bottle and poured the citrus-scented liquid onto his fingers. He placed the bottle on the sheets beside them and reached for Luther’s hole.

Luther bit his lip as Onyx’s fingers circled his rim. Two thick digits slid straight in. Luther groaned. Onyx added a third.

Luther rocked his hips. “Onyx,” Luther whispered. His dick filled to complete hardness once again as Onyx stretched him open.

Tugging his fingers free, Onyx reached for the oil. He upended the bottle, pouring it straight over his dick. He slicked his cock with quick strokes and dropped the bottle on the bed. It bounced off and clattered to the floor.

But neither looked as Onyx lay down on top of Luther. He pressed a kiss to Luther’s forehead before guiding his cock to Luther’s hole.

“Please,” Luther begged, tilting his hips. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to pound my arse.”

With a low, deep groan, Onyx slid forward. Luther spread his legs further, eyes fluttering shut as Onyx’s cock pushed deep, filling him, stretching him, completing him.

Onyx didn’t pause until he was buried to the hilt.

“Oh!” Luther gripped Onyx’s shoulders. “Fuck.” Luther opened his eyes, gazing up into the dark eyes of his husband, of the man he loved.

Onyx’s oil-slicked hands slid down to Luther’s arse. He squeezed. “You’re so beautiful.”

Slowly Onyx withdrew, cock sliding from Luther’s body. He started a slow and gentle rhythm.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Luther wrapped his arms and legs around Onyx, locking them together, desperate to be as close as they could be. They rocked slowly as Onyx fucked him. His cock lay trapped between their bodies, rubbing against skin as they moved in sync.

This was different from all the other times they’d fucked. They didn’t tease or mock or joke. This wasn’t a hard, rough fuck. They weren’t desperately chasing their orgasms.

This was intimate. This was fucking with the man he loved.

“Onyx,” Luther gasped. “Onyx, I love you.”