Page 67 of Drown Me Gently

Ulric kneeled in the bath facing the edge, his mouth inches from Auren’s parted legs. The Kraken’s mouth watered. His prince was hairless here too, but it didn’t make him look bare—if anything, it drew more attention to the sharp lines of muscle running down his stomach, leading straight to his proud length. Ulric was done waiting. He descended, taking Auren into his mouth with a wicked stroke of his tongue.

“Mmmm~!” Auren’s head fell back as Ulric worshiped him.

Ulric tortured him. Up and down in languid licks, flattening his tongue to taste more, until pearlescent drops gathered at the tip. He teased the slit, savoring the musky tang. But he didn’t stop there. Ulric’s tongue slid between Auren’s thighs, lower, lower—grazing places that had never been touched before.

The muscles along Auren’s thighs trembled. But never once did he close his legs. Never once did he restrict Ulric’s access. It made Ulric shiver. He grabbed hold of Auren’s waist, tilting his hips, forcing Auren to lean back, exposing more of himself. He pressed a kiss to the curve of that magnificent ass, then nipped it playfully. Auren jerked at the contact of teeth, but didn’t shove Ulric away. His body was a coil of tensed muscles and electric nerves. Ulric couldn’t have possibly imagined a more beautiful sight.

Ulric dipped lower, teasing that delicate perineum, drawing out a choked sound from Auren’s throat. Then—lower still. With both hands, he spread Auren’s ass open, extracting every last drop of pleasure, memorizing the way the tight crevice squeezed his tongue. Auren’s hands repeatedly flexed on the tiles, as though looking to grab something, to anchor himself as he floated into delirious bliss

“Hold on, spriteling.”

It was all the warning he gave before diving into that crevice, his tongue finding the sensitive hole. Ulric growled as his tongue traced the clenched, circular ridges.

Auren cried out.

“Ulric—what—oh⁠—”

“You’re alright,” Ulric murmured, tongue moving again, licking gently as Auren moaned against him. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Auren was panting, head tipped back, face flushed and wild.

Ulric tongued him open, until Auren was writhing beneath him, whimpering his name.

Begging.

“I told you, there are many ways I can make you squirm, my prince.”

Ulric withdrew a breath. Then, with one slicked finger, pushed carefully at that rosy bud.

Auren gasped. “That feels—gods, what is that⁠—?”

“Your body,” Ulric whispered, “is learning how to sing.”

He pushed further. Past that tight ring, until he was knuckle deep. Ulric rotated the joint and curved it forward at⁠—

Just

The

Right

Spot.

Auren screamed.

Ulric’s cock ached, but he didn’t care. Not yet. He kissed Auren’s trembling thighs, his hips, and whispered, “You’re so beautiful like this. Let me see you fall apart.” He crooked his finger again, finding that perfect place. That button to bring Auren crashing into oblivion.

And crash he did.

Auren cried so loud his voice echoed off the tile walls. His eyes rolled back, moaning Ulric’s name, body writhing as his pleasure spilled free. Ulric held him through it, murmuring sweet things, lovely things, things he had no right to say.

Because this couldn’t last.

He knew it.

But still, he whispered, “Mine.”

And Auren gasped through heaving breaths, “Yours.”