Page 80 of Courting the Dragon Prince

Luther sucked in a breath the second before Onyx’s tongue pressed against the hollow of his throat. Luther shuddered as Onyx’s tongue swiped.

“Onyx! Oh!” Luther gripped at Onyx’s shoulders with one hand.

Onyx moved downwards, licking up the wine. He groaned at the taste of Luther and wine mixed together. He stroked Luther’s flanks, running firm hands over soft skin.

“Please!” Luther threw back his head and cried out.

Onyx pulled back, spotting more wine on Luther’s jaw. Onyx slid his hand around the nape of Luther’s neck and tilted Luther’s head back.

Onyx rose onto his knees, looming over Luther. Luther blinked up at him, panting and desperate, his dark pupils swallowing most of the green of his eyes.

“Onyx,” Luther whispered. “Onyx. Please,” he begged.

It amazed Onyx that the combative prince would be so submissive and docile in his need. It made Onyx’s dick throb with the desire to be buried inside Luther’s willing body.

Later. Onyx had other things he needed to do first.

Onyx lowered his head, lapping at the wine on Luther’s jaw. Luther moaned, and Onyx followed the trail of wine to Luther’s stained lips.

Their lips moved together, a kiss far softer than any they’d shared before. There was no clashing of teeth, no urgency, no fighting. Luther just opened to him, welcomed him, yielded to him with pliant lips.

Onyx shivered. Tongues swirled in a gentle dance. One of Luther’s hands rested on Onyx’s shoulder as the kiss continued.

Finally, Onyx pulled back. Luther stared up at him, eyes unfocused. Still, he managed to hold the glass of wine in one hand.

Onyx stroked Luther’s cheek. Luther sighed, his eyes drifting closed. Onyx pressed a chaste kiss to Luther’s cheek, lips lingering against Luther’s skin. He pulled back and sat on his heels.

“Finished. I have cleaned up all the wine,” Onyx said.

Luther blinked at him. “What?”

Onyx tried to hide a smile. “I cleaned up all the mess you made.” He gestured to Luther’s body. “You’re welcome.”

A sound of disbelief escaped Luther. “But … But … I need …” He gestured to the hard length resting against his thigh. “What about my dick?”

Onyx leaned forward, examining Luther’s cock. “I don’t see any wine there.”

An array of expressions flitted across Luther’s face before he landed on disbelief.

It took everything for Onyx to smother his laughter.

Then Luther’s expression cleared. “You’re right. And I should probably put this cup of wine down before I spill any more.”

Luther slowly moved the cup in the direction of the table. Then he paused, glass hovering over his lap. He tipped it. A stream of wine spilled onto his dick, groin, and balls and soaked into the robe beneath him.

“Oh no! Not again!” Luther cried out. “What a silly mistake!” Luther placed the now empty glass onto the table. Then he leaned back, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “I’m so sorry, Onyx. Now you’ll have more to clean up.”

Onyx frowned. “Did you make more mess on purpose?”

“I … no.” Luther’s eyes widened. “Of course not.” He placed a hand on the middle of his chest. “It was just an honest mistake. I swear.”

Onyx leaned towards him, hands resting on Luther’s thighs. He squeezed, hard. Luther gasped.

“Then I better clean you up,” Onyx said, voice low and firm.

Luther’s wine-covered dick jerked.

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