Free Web NovelChapter 391: I am offering again, Rowan
"Sir Kaelen..." Rowan breathed out, his voice hitching as the sudden, hot press of Kaelen’s lips against the side of his neck sent a violent jolt straight down his spine.
He tried to maintain his composure, but his hands were trembling where they gripped the edge of the desk. "The... the attendant registries. If the Grand Duke returns and finds the security ledger incomplete..."
"The Duke is currently too preoccupied with the fallout of his own morning to care about a few unmapped perimeter coordinates," Kaelen murmured against his skin, his teeth lightly grazing Rowan’s jawline with a slow, deliberate friction that made Rowan’s eyes roll back in a sweet daze.
Kaelen slid both of his hands up from Rowan’s waist, his fingers slipping beneath the thick wool of his winter tunic to find the warm, smooth skin of his lower back.
With a single pull, he lifted Rowan upward, sitting him onto the edge of the heavy desk. The sensitive leather-bound registries and maps scattered beneath them, rustling loudly as Rowan’s thighs parted instinctively to accommodate Kaelen’s crowding frame.
"Kaelen, wait—" Rowan choked out, a deep crimson blush completely swallowing his neck as he felt the solid, heavy weight of his lover pushing deep between his knees.
"I am offering again, Rowan," Kaelen whispered, his dark eyes burning with a sudden, heavy possessiveness that completely silenced the former royal aide’s protests.
He leaned down, capturing Rowan’s mouth in a bruising, deep kiss that tasted rawly of total surrender, his large hands clamping over Rowan’s shoulders to pin him flush against his chest.
Rowan let out a soft, defeated moan into the kiss, his arms winding tightly around Kaelen’s neck as the quiet safety of the conservatory completely insulated them from the world outside.
But as Kaelen’s lips trailed down his jawline, Rowan’s dazed eyes managed to flutter open, catching a glimpse of the vast, open glass pane behind them. The wide winter garden layout was entirely exposed.
"The... the window," Rowan panted out, his hands shifting to press against Kaelen’s broad chest, desperately trying to anchor his racing heart. "Close the curtains, Kaelen. The children..."
Kaelen leaned back slightly, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating in his chest at his lover’s sudden panic. Instead of teasing him, he dropped a tender, lingering kiss right over Rowan’s closed eyelid, the warmth of it making Rowan’s breath hitch.
Kaelen stepped away from the desk, his tall frame moving with a lazy, deliberate stride as he walked over to the massive, arched glass windows.
With a smooth, heavy pull, he drew the thick velvet curtains shut, plunging the bright conservatory into a dim, amber-tinted privacy that smelled heavily of aged parchment and trapped winter heat.
When Kaelen turned back around, his breath caught.
Rowan was still sitting on the edge of the heavy wooden desk, his long legs draped over the side. His thick winter tunic was already slightly pulled at the collar, his hair beautifully disheveled from their previous clash, and he was leaning back slightly on his hands—completely, helplessly waiting for Kaelen to come back over and rip him entirely out of his clothes.
"You look like you jumped right out of the breakfast menu," Kaelen whispered, a dark, incredibly predatory smirk slicing across his lips as he slowly walked back to the desk, his eyes tracking every flush on Rowan’s skin. "But no worries... I’m going to eat you regardless."
Rowan’s entire face flushed a deep, immediate crimson. His heart did a violent, fluttering flip against his ribs. Kaelen always had so many smooth, ridiculous lines like that—phrases that made Rowan’s stoic, knight-trained mind completely scramble into a sweet daze.
He wanted to say a line too. He wanted to match that unyielding confidence just once.
As Kaelen crowded back into his personal space, parting his knees and leaning down to trap him against the wood, Rowan swallowed hard. He reached up, his trembling fingers wrapping firmly around Kaelen’s leather collar, pulling the larger man down until their lips were almost touching.
"Then... you shouldn’t play with your food. Make sure you don’t leave a single crumb," Rowan whispered back, his voice small and cracking slightly with embarrassment, but his eyes were wide and burning with a sudden, fierce devotion.
Kaelen’s pupils dilated instantly at the response, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat as he grabbed the hem of Rowan’s tunic, completely riled up.
But he didn’t slide directly into the final act. The sudden, uncharacteristic boldness of Rowan’s whisper had sparked something deeper, shifting his predatory amusement into a dense, heavy focus.
He wanted to take his time. He wanted to give Rowan a taste of a pleasure so deep and entirely foreign that the former imperial aide wouldn’t even remember his own name.
With slow, deliberate precision, Kaelen dropped to his knees on the heavy rug between Rowan’s parted thighs.
"What are you...?"
Rowan’s breath hitched completely, his fingers tightening in a panic grip around the carved edges of the mahogany desk as Kaelen began to unfasten his trousers.
Neither of them had ever experienced giving or receiving a blowjob from a male before—their intimate encounters from the month they got together had always been driven by a more straightforward, urgent friction—but Kaelen wasn’t a man who allowed inexperience to make him hesitant.
His mind briefly flashed back to the previous years, remembering the vague chatter of the mercenaries and the ladies he had met at the bars, recalling the way it had felt back then when a lady went down on her knees and took him in her mouth to help with his stress.
He recalled how the heat and the suction built up and he wanted Rowan to feel exactly that level of devastating, mindless undoing.
As Kaelen freed Rowan’s hard, throbbing dick into the dim amber light of the closed conservatory, Rowan buried his face in his hands, his knuckles turning white with overwhelming embarrassment. "Kaelen... wait, you don’t have to do... this..."
Kaelen didn’t answer with words. He merely looked up, his dark eyes locking onto Rowan’s flushed, trembling form before he leaned forward, letting the hot tip of his tongue trail a slow, agonizing line from the crown of his dick.
