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Finally, I shift my eyes upward to hold his gaze. His turquoise eyes shimmer. “Let me,” I beg.

He nods and pulls his hand away. Now, I clasp his cock with both my palms, one stacked on top of the other, and start a rhythm.

Up and down, each action eliciting a shiver or moan from Dayton.

The weight of his body on my hips and the look of pleasure on his face make my cock surge with blood.

I grit my teeth, moving faster, wanting to give him more and more?—

I drop his length and sit up on my elbows. Dayton smiles down at me, expression almost drunk. “Wrists hurt?”

“No.” My gaze darts back to his pulsing member, the pearl of moisture on the tip. “I want to try something.”

“We don’t have to move so fast?—”

I push on his chest, guiding him off me and onto the sand. He lies on his back, gaze questioning. “Trust me, Dayton. Can you trust me?”

“Of course,” he breathes.

I kiss him softly on the lips, then work my way down, along his jaw, the thick cords of his neck, his collarbone, over his muscular pectorals. I lick my way along the ridges of his abdomen, tasting dried saltwater. When I get to his hip bones, I suck in a deep breath. His body tenses.

I’ve never felt this before—this intense, sickening yearning. Before, I thought this kind of desire was saved for fairy tales. Or maybe it only existed for people with mate bonds, that rare, inescapable love that’s descended from the stars.

But that’s how I feel now: possessed. As though, if I don’t have a part of my skin against his skin, I might go mad with longing.

Slowly, I kiss the base of his cock. It’s so close, I’m a bit intimidated by its length and girth. But I’ll take my time. It seems like I’ve been waiting forever.

Flicking my tongue out, I lick up and down. Like his torso, it’s hard and tastes of salt.

Dayton groans. Encouraged, my tongue sweeps in longer strokes before swirling around his tip. With a greedy motion, I suck the head into my hollowed cheeks. His hips jerk upward, slamming his cock into the back of my throat. I gag, but don’t let go.

With one hand, I cup his heavy balls. They’re flushed with color, and I run a soft finger down the seam.

He jerks a hand out, weaving his fingers through my hair. “Gods, Farron, you’re so good at this.”

I don’t stop my motion, but my mind races. Am I actually good or is he just saying that? Surely, Dayton has had a plethora of partners, ones who might have even studied the art of pleasure. Here I am, having done nothing but reviewed some pictures from books at the back of the library?—

I stop myself. No, I won’t let my self-doubt get to me. Not when every part of me is screaming how right this is. How my lips belong on him, how he belongs in me. I know how to pleasure him, as if the instructions were written on my heart.

With one hand on his balls, the other stroking his shaft, and my mouth around the tip, I work Dayton until he’s quivering and moaning underneath me. His fingers dig trenches into the sand. Deeper and deeper, I try to take him, my pace increasing?—

“Okay.” Dayton sits up, pushing me off his cock with a wet pop . His face is flushed, and he’s starry-eyed, as if having awoken from a dream.

“Everything okay?” I ask. “Did I do something wrong?”

“The opposite.” He grabs my chin and drags me up for a kiss. “I want more of you.”

My pulse skitters, and all I can manage is a nod.

“But first,” Dayton says, guiding me to my back, “there’s something you have to know about me. I never let my lovers come only once.”

He wants me to know this about him. Because he thinks we’ll do this again? I have to fight to keep the embarrassing smile off my face.

“First, these need to go.” Dayton grabs the waistband of my breeches. “Wearing pants to a Summer gala? Tsk tsk . Even your father was wearing traditional Summer garb.”

“I tried the wrap skirt. Too breezy,” I mumble.

“Afraid I might see something?” Dayton smirks. “May I?”

I nod. Dayton pulls on my waistband and yanks my breeches straight off my feet, tossing them to the side. My cock, hard to the point of pain, flings free.

Dayton’s eyes roam over me, from my toes, curling and uncurling in the sand, up my lean legs, to settle on my cock. He licks his lips. Somehow, his gaze seems even more intimate than any touch.

“You are glorious,” he murmurs.

Although I’ve never felt a love for weaponry, it is part of being a Prince of Autumn to train.

I have always fancied the art of a duel, the satisfaction of the ache in muscles after training.

I’ve also taken to long runs through the hillside, where my mind can wander far away from reality.

Though I’m not heavily muscled like Dayton or his brothers, the outlines of my muscles are clear beneath my freckled skin.

I’ve never liked being on display for anyone. But I’d lie here forever if Dayton wanted me to.

“I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before,” Dayton says. He lowers between my legs, then lifts my thighs up onto his shoulders, so my lower back is off the sand. I gasp at the sudden vulnerability of it—not just my cock on display, but my ass, too.

His tongue snakes out and begins to lap at my cock, running the length of my balls up to the tip of my head.

I cry out, unable to stop myself. He’s right; I’ve never felt anything like this before.

His mouth is wet and warm, and every inch of skin that he caresses comes alive.

My heart feels like it may burst into flames.

His hands massage my thighs, soft and gentle, but his pace gets more demanding, sucking me deep into his throat. Need pulses through me.

With greedy gulps, he sucks my balls into his mouth, one then the other. Then his lips wander lower, kissing the skin beneath, then lower…

I suck in a breath.

“Relax,” Dayton murmurs against my skin. “I’ll look after you.”

All I can do is surrender to his expert touch.

I look up at the sky, swirling with stars, and let myself feel the sensation.

Dayton’s warm breath against my entrance, then a string of soft kisses that evolves into the lap of his tongue.

All thoughts fly from my mind and there is nothing but the soft caress of his mouth and the burning hot need in my cock.

“I’ll look after you,” Dayton says again. He slips my legs from over his shoulders. My eyes widen as I watch him spit onto two fingers then rub his saliva on my hole. There’s an expression of reverence in his stare. “If it’s too much, you tell me to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathe.

One of his hands grips my cock. The other trails down to my ass. With synchronized movement, he strokes my length and plunges a finger inside of me.

Stars erupt in my vision, and I gasp out. I barely have time to comprehend the intensity when Dayton begins his rhythm. Up and down, in and out. My entire body shoots with electricity, like a lone tree in a lightning storm. His name tumbles from my lips over and over again.

“I’m going to give you more now,” he grunts, and I see his own erection is harder than ever. “Two fingers. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, yes, Dayton.”

My body responds for him, relaxing and opening.

In a single movement, Dayton plunges two fingers within me.

Nothing has ever felt as good as this. I buck against his hand, wanting more of him in me, on me.

Dayton grits his teeth and strokes my cock faster.

I’m like his dual swords, and he wields me perfectly.

My vision is a scattering of night sky and stars, but I catch his gaze. He holds my stare, and I can’t help myself anymore. Desire and pleasure and pure joy erupt through me. His hands all over me are too good.

“Dayton, I have to?—”

“Come for me, handsome. Come for me.” Dayton moves swiftly, leaning down and capturing me in his mouth.

The warm pressure of his tongue, combined with the rhythm of his hands, is too much for me to bear.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and lights skitter through the darkness.

My body trembles over and over, and it feels like my whole chest has burst into the blaze that started in my heart.

Dayton gulps, greedily sucking up every drop of my pleasure.

I lie, quivering, vision clearing into the night sky. Dayton releases his hold on me, then scoots to my side. He’s got the proudest grin I’ve ever seen.

“You taste amazing,” he says.

“Show me,” I murmur.

He leans down, embracing me with an open-mouth kiss. The soft roar of the waves against the beach, the warm air, the rich smell of palm trees and briny water, and now the crash of his mouth on mine fill my head with an intoxicating rush.

I know what comes next. I imagined losing my virginity countless times.

In my visions, there was always a bed, and usually a pretty, soft-spoken woman.

Nothing could be more different than this moonlit beach, with this brash, loud gladiator who laughs too much and reads too little.

Yet, I could not imagine anything more perfect.

Dayton sits up and moves between my legs. Just staring at his form is enough to return my cock to attention.

“Have I ever told you how happy I am you tried to escape out that window?” he asks, absently trailing a hand across my body.

“Hey, I didn’t try to escape. I did, despite being hindered by a thief.”

Dayton laughs and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “I didn’t steal anything.”

Oh, but you did. You stole my sense, my reason, the very breath from my lungs. You stole the peace from my soul and every thought that dared not be of you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dayton whispers.

I don’t know how I’m looking at him, so I give my head a shake, forcing on a normal smile. “You stole my time in Summer, and I’ll forever be glad of it.”

Dayton lowers his body over mine, guiding my legs on either side of his hips, and positioning his cock at my entrance. “It’s mine forever now.”

“Forever,” I whisper.

“You tell me to stop, and I stop, okay?” Dayton says, face serious.

I nod, and Dayton cups the side of my face. “Beautiful.” Then, holding himself up by his arms, he pushes into me.

My breath hitches, and my eyes flutter shut.

Pain shoots through me as Dayton thrusts inch by inch.

I suck in a deep breath, willing my body to relax.

Currents of pleasure begin to stream in, a river mixing with the ocean of tension.

But when I open my eyes to meet Dayton’s gaze, euphoria floods through me.

We’re moving together, our bodies like one.

All this distance I’ve felt from him these weeks, all the fear, disappears with each stroke.

Every thrust sends tremors through my body, sharp jolts of sensation cutting through the heat and desire. Dayton’s breathing quickens, and I match him. Everything we do is in sync, in rhythm. Two shards of sea glass, the broken pieces fitting perfectly together.

The slap of our bodies rings out over the crash of waves. Dayton’s touch becomes rougher, his movements more urgent. His gaze burns with rare intensity. I can see the animalistic hunger in him, the hunger for me. It’s intoxicating.

“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.