Page 63 of Taken By the Lord of the Nocturne Court

He might not mean it in the way I want him to yet, but he will one day. For now, my physical cravings take over and I relish his words for what they are.

‘Fuck me’.

‘Come inside me’.

‘Be one with me’.

We are connected by the thinnest strand of shadow, but I can still sense the pulsing heat of his desire down that thread.

I shoot up and pull my hand away before shoving off my fine coat. I’m cooking in my own juices at this point, so my leather top goes next, forcefully dragged over my head. I get trapped inside the garment but I’m speechless when I free myself to the most luscious of views.

Luke rests on the swing bench with both his legs up. His feet are braced against the chains, his hole is beautifully presented as he strokes his cock, watching me with tempting eyes.

I can barely breathe.

This is everything I’ve everwanted.

“So. Beautiful,” I whisper, stroking his stocking-clad legs all the way to the leather straps keeping the red fabric above the knees.

He bites his lips as he glances at my open pants. “Show me.” And as he says that, he slides his other hand to his pink hole, to toy with the slick pucker awaiting me. His eyes are glossy, his hair in disarray, and one sleeve slides farther off his shoulder.

He is the full moon.

The calm waves at midnight.

He is spider silk and feasts lasting deep into the night.

I will not let go of him. Not ever.

In one way or another, I will convince him to stay.

My mind feels as though it’s going feral from this wait, and I give a soft gasp as the front of my pants opens to release my cock. It throbs with discomfort but points straight at Luke’s entrance, and I follow its lead, rubbing the head against the slickened pucker.

“Iwillmake you mine.”

And I’ll stop at nothing. If my dick is what ends up keeping him at my side, that’s good enough for me.

Luke’s hands roam up my arms. “Christ… it looks so good,” he mutters, glancing between our bodies.

I grin and look down, at the eels swirling over my torso, all the way to the heart-shaped valley between his buttocks.

I push in.

I grunt as bliss spreads through my body. He’s so tight for me. Snug, hot, eager. He whimpers when I pull him even closer, gripping his thighs. I lean over him as his fingers slide up my chest. He’s as greedy for me as I am for him. I can see that in his lowered eyelids and smell it on him.

“Is that how you like it?” I tease, lowering my lips to his. I stop half an inch away, so he has to reach for me.

“Fuck yes,” Luke murmurs and closes the distance between us.

As I fall forward, burying my elbows in the plush upholstery, the swing moves with us, and I sink deeper, until my cock is fully inside him. Joy burns in my chest as I watch his eyes turn forest-green, almost luminous where they reflect the moonlight.

I kiss him again, not yet moving, but the pressure in my balls tells me I’m not going to last long. This is too good. Too perfect for me to keep myself from filling him up soon.

“My precious human.”

Luke is so quick to grab me, wrap his arms around me. Without words, there's no room for complication. It's just him and me, and he wants to connect, wants me inside him.

“My prince,” he whispers against my shoulder as if he doesn’t actually want me to hear it.