Page 33 of The Prince's Sacrifice

Pel ground down, drawing another groan of pleasure from Tor, his fingers tightening involuntarily on Pel’s. Pel grinned fiercely. Tor truly couldn’t imagine how he’d ever found this man boring or bland. He was clearly the most amazing person that Tor had ever met. It terrified him sometimes to think about how close he’d come to never having this, to never realizing.

But they were here right now, connected body and magic, and Tor had never wanted anything more. He wanted to keep this man forever, wanted to blend their lives together, wanted to have this blissful, beautiful connection every day of his life.

And he definitely wouldn’t say no to the glorious sex, either. Pleasure was rising in him like a tide, inexorable and overpowering. Pel thrust down once more, and Tor shouted his release, light bursting across his vision, hands fused to Pel’s, bodies and magic one.

When he blinked back to himself, still feeling a bit dazed, he could feel the warm wetness of Pel’s release between them. They leaned in at the same time, kissing deeply. Only when breathing became imperative did they draw back slightly, and it was with deep regret that Tor finally let go of Pel’s hands.

Pel let out a whimper of protest that Tor echoed.

“I love you,” Tor whispered against Pel’s mouth.

“I love you, too.”

The words made something light up in Tor, something he hadn’t known was missing in his life. They fit together in a way he’d never expected. Even when they were arguing and one of them was being too stubborn, it was the best.

Pel slumped against him. “That was the best.”

Tor let out a weak laugh, realizing he could barely keep his eyes open. “It really was. Wanna sleep?”

Pel let out a noise that Tor was pretty sure was agreement, but he was already becoming a pliant weight against Tor.

Tor woke to a glorious pressure around his cock and realized they hadn’t actually separated after their earlier lovemaking.They’d fallen asleep with Pel still in his lap and Tor leaning against the headboard. And now Pel was rocking against him.

Pel grinned when he saw Tor was awake. “I didn’t know you could just stay connected and fuck again.”

Tor cleared his throat. “Yeah, I can confidently state that I’ve never been so well fucked that I’ve forgotten to pull out and clean up. Sorry?”

He said it like a question because Pel was thrusting more firmly now, not seeming the slightest bit put out.

“I like it,” Pel told him.

Tor grinned and grabbed Pel’s hips, angling his thrusts until he was clearly hitting his sweet spot with each stroke. Tor watched, entranced by Pel’s expression each time he bottomed out.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tor told him.

Pel’s eyes blinked open. “What?”

“You,” Tor told him. “When you’re taking your pleasure. So pretty.”

Pel still looked a little uncertain when Tor complimented him like this, but he didn’t look as doubtful as when they’d started.

Tor was determined to have a lifetime to convince him, though he hoped it wouldn’t take that long.

Pel’s lips tipped up. “I like that look on you, too, and knowing that I put it there.”

Tor grinned. “There is that. Although in this particular configuration, you’re doing most of the work, and I’m just enjoying the results.”

Pel thrust down again, expression going hazy with pleasure as he clearly hit the right spot.

“Like this?”

“Just like that,” Tor agreed.

Pel drove himself right to orgasm, taking Tor along for the very enjoyable ride, until both of them were sated once more.

After a moment of their breath evening out, Tor realized, “We’re covered in your come, aren’t we?”

Pel looked down, and then he laughed. “We sure are. I’m not sure how we didn’t stick together the first time.”