His Royal Slut
It felt less like a king’s cold sanctuary and more like a place where two people could actually live, breathe, and love.
As soon as the heavy door closed behind them, the tension from the throne room melted away like snow under sunlight. Daniel pulled Raine into his arms without a word, kissing him deeply, hands sliding up his back and pulling him flush against his body. Raine responded immediately, fingers threading through Daniel’s hair as he pressed closer, pouring five years of longing into the kiss. Their mouths moved together with growing hunger, years of separation, fear, and unspoken love finally breaking free.