Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I loved him telling me how to make him feel good. I never wanted to stop. In that moment I felt like I would do anything Henry asked of me. I lapped my tongue against him over and over, reaching to cup one hand at the base of his cock.
“Jesus, fuck, you’re going to make me come—”
He groaned and in another moment he started to buck his hips upward, sliding deeper into my mouth. I tightened my lips around him and could feel him tensing up, his cock pulsing, and then he came, shooting over and over again into my mouth.
I moaned deeply as I tasted him. Neutral, mild, and every fucking bit the reward that I wanted from him.
He whispered my name a few times as his cock pulsed smaller and smaller amounts of cum onto my tongue. I swallowed, pulling off to cough once. I couldn’t keep a smile off of my face as I looked down at him, totally blissful, his body slack and relaxed in my bed.
“Come here,” he said softly, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“I can go rinse—”
“Come here,” he said firmly, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me down into a kiss.
He still wanted this, even after he had come. In fact, it seemed like he wanted this even more now. He gently pushed me sideways until I was lying next to him in bed, and he covered my face in kisses.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered finally, collapsing back onto the bed and looking up at the tall canopy of the bed. He brushed a palm over his face.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m—I’m good,” he said.
It was rare for Henry to not be able to form a sentence. I was proud and also minorly concerned.
“Henry,” I said softly. “I can’t… I can’t have you be one of my secrets.”
He closed his eyes. “I know you can’t.”
“You’re still the most important person in my life. I know I should have done more. I was just—”
“Terrified,” he said.
“Yes.”
“I was, too.”
We both were silent for a few beats, the air in between us seeming to grow and bloom into something I couldn’t even grapple with.
“You know I love you, too,” he said. He opened his eyes, turning over in bed and propping himself up on his elbow to look at me.
I let out a sigh. “You’re just saying that because I just swallowed your cum.”
He didn’t even crack a smile. “No,” he said. “I love you. And I always have. And I know that I always will.”
My chest ached.
“And it fucking sucks, Sebastian,” he said. “It really sucks. Because I know I can’t be your secret, too.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, so completely lost in his green eyes.
Those eyes that made me feel like I could do anything.
“You’re not going to be one,” I whispered, reaching out and gripping his hand in mine.
I felt like the tectonic plates of my life were shifting underneath me, and even if I’d tried to stop them, it couldn’t happen. Not now.
Henry’s eyes held so much longing, and I knew every bit of that longing. It had been my life for eleven years, too.
“I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but I… I want you to be in my life,” I said.
He watched me close. “You know you can’t have that and still be the Prince of Frostmonte,” he said.
Anger flared inside me. “Why does that have to be the case?” I asked.
“Because your mother is the Queen,” Henry said. “She holds whatever power is left in Frostmonte’s name.”
“Which isn’t much, anyway,” I mumbled.
“But you told me it isn’t about true power, anyway,” Henry said, running a hand along my arm. “It’s about being a symbol of hope for the people.”
“And my mother holds more social influence than any other queen,” I said. “She may not have direct power over laws, but she certainly has the power to cast me out from the entire royal community with a snap of her finger.”
“And you don’t want to be ostracized from royalty?” Henry asked. “When you were younger, that was your greatest wish.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “It isn’t anymore,” I said. “I do want to be the king. But I don’t want it to be the way it’s always been.”
“Boring and stifling?”
I met his gaze. “I don’t want to marry a woman,” I said. “I want to be able to marry a man.”
My insides felt molten even saying it. It was a thought I’d had for years, but never would have dared to voice. It was scary to have it out in the open now, something I wished for so badly but knew I would likely never be able to have.
“Why can’t you have that?” Henry whispered. “You said it yourself. Royalty has the power to change the rules, right?”