Chapter 42
Chapter
Forty-Two
Laughter bubbled up inside Wraith.
“Why does this thing have so much lacing?” Konrad muttered and cursed whilst tugging at the lacing of Wraith’s corset. “There! Fucking finally!” he proclaimed as he pulled the corset free and placed it on the dresser.
From there, they removed each other’s clothing. Konrad tried to put Wraith’s down gently, clearly aware Wraith would need to re-dress in them for tonight’s ball.
Konrad’s hands caressed Wraith’s body as it was revealed. “I will never get over how beautiful you are.”
Wraith ducked his head and smiled. He’d never had much reason to smile and laugh before. But now, with Konrad, he found he had so many reasons.
Both naked, they moved to the foot of the bed. Konrad’s hands slid up Wraith’s flanks. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to Wraith’s throat. Wraith gasped and tilted his head back to give Konrad better access. Then Konrad gripped Wraith’s waist. He lifted Wraith and threw him onto the bed.
A giggle burst from Wraith as he bounced on the mattress. At least he thought it sounded like a giggle. He’d never giggled before.
Konrad crawled up and over him. Wraith reached for him, welcoming him into his arms and between his legs. Konrad lay on top of him. He rocked against Wraith, hard cock rubbing against Wraith’s thigh.
Wraith gripped Konrad’s arse and thrust up. His dick ground against Konrad’s abs. He pressed his face to Konrad’s neck.
“I adore you,” Konrad said.
Wraith nuzzled Konrad’s throat.
Konrad pressed a kiss to his forehead. To his cheek. Then lips. “I adore every inch of you.”
When Wraith had first been informed of his arranged marriage, he’d hoped he might find someone who cared for him.
That hope had been shattered when he was confronted with Konrad’s obvious hatred.
But in such a short time, everything had changed.
Wraith had never been so happy. Nor even half this happy.
Konrad’s fingers explored his nipples, ribs, and sides whilst he pressed kisses to Wraith’s jaw, chin, and throat. “Every bit of you is beautiful.”
Wraith’s eyes prickled. His entire life, he’d been ignored, overlooked, and neglected. But Konrad saw him and appreciated him. Konrad moved down, worshipping Wraith with hands and mouth. Wraith squirmed and moaned.
“I love how responsive you are,” Konrad said between kisses to Wraith’s stomach. His hands squeezed Wraith’s waist. “Your sounds make my dick so hard.”
Then one of his hands slid down and wrapped around Wraith’s prick. He stroked. Wraith’s back arched, and he cried out.
Konrad jerked him as he slid down Wraith’s body. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes!” Wraith shouted.
“How about this?” Warm, wet heat surrounded Wraith’s prick.
Wraith gripped the sheets with his hands. Konrad’s lips stretched around Wraith’s dick. His cheeks hollowed. Konrad sucked him down greedily, throat working Wraith’s cock.
Wraith whimpered. Green eyes fixed on Wraith’s face. Wraith threaded his fingers through Konrad’s dark hair.
Konrad bobbed his head, and Wraith’s dick slid in and out from between his lips. Konrad gripped Wraith’s balls. He massaged one. Then the other. Then Konrad’s hand slid into Wraith’s crease. His fingers circled Wraith’s rim, round and round. The tip of a finger entered Wraith, wiggling inside him.
“Fuck me!” Wraith cried out. “Konrad, please fuck me!”
Konrad released Wraith’s dick from his mouth. The wet length slapped against Wraith’s stomach, smearing pre-cum and saliva.
Konrad sat on his heels. His swollen lips smiled. “With pleasure.”
A few moments later, Wraith’s legs were spread wide, and Konrad’s slick fingers plunged into his hole.
Wraith moaned, rocking on the two digits. “Konrad, please. I’m ready. Please,” he begged. “I want you inside me.”
“Just a little more.” Konrad added a third finger. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
They’d fucked many times in the past few days. Wraith felt like he was constantly ready to take Konrad’s dick. But it seemed Konrad was determined to make him wait. The fingers slid in and out of him, stretching him wide. Wraith groaned, long and loud.
“You should see yourself like this,” Konrad said, voice husky. “You’re the embodiment of temptation itself. I wish I could renounce my throne and spend the rest of my days in bed with you. Kissing you. Touching you. Fucking you.”
“Yes! Do that,” Wraith cried out.
Konrad chuckled. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can. I have a kingdom to run.” He tugged his fingers free and moved in between Wraith’s spread thighs. “But I promise to spend the rest of our lives ensuring that I fuck you as often as I can.” His dick pressed against Wraith’s rim.
“We should have had that in our marriage contract.” Wraith gripped Konrad’s shoulders.
Then Konrad thrust. Wraith moaned as Konrad’s dick slid inside him, stretching him wide and opening him up. Konrad’s cock buried completely inside him.
“You feel so good. How do you feel this good?” Konrad whispered. He held still.
Wraith wrapped his arms around Konrad, holding him close. His dick lay trapped between them. Konrad’s smoky, musky scent swirled around him.
Impaled like this on Konrad’s dick, Wraith was exactly where he wanted to be.
Feelings bubbled up inside Wraith. Words and declarations tingled on his lips. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell Konrad how much his affection meant to Wraith. He wanted to spill the secrets of his soul and tell Konrad exactly how much Wraith cared for him.
But then Konrad captured his lips in a kiss and rocked his hips, causing his cock to drag inside Wraith.
Words and declarations could wait.
They moved together as they kissed, a gentle rocking motion. Then Konrad began to thrust. Their bodies rubbed against Wraith’s prick, creating a delicious friction.
Wraith was lost in the feel, taste, and smell of Konrad. His nails dragged down Konrad’s back. He hooked a leg over Konrad’s thigh. Konrad increased the strength of his thrusts. Then suddenly Konrad hit that spot inside him. Wraith cried out, breaking the kiss.
“You feel so wonderful. So perfect. I can’t get enough of you,” Konrad gasped. His fingers clutched at Wraith’s hips as he shoved harder and faster. “I will never get enough of you.”
Wraith keened as Konrad kept nailing his prostate with his dick. His vision blurred. He wrapped his arms and legs around Konrad, holding on tight as the pleasure built.
Konrad shoved into him. “I’m close. So close.”
“Me too.” Wraith’s toes curled. His gut tensed as his orgasm approached.
Konrad hit his prostate once more, and Wraith threw back his head. He shouted. His cock spurted between them as ecstasy burned his veins.
Konrad cried out and shoved forward, burying himself deep inside Wraith and filling him with his cum.
They held still as their breathing returned to normal. They disentangled. Konrad left the bed, got a couple of cloths, dipped them in the basin of water, and returned to the bed to clean them both up.
“So I know I have apologised for my past behaviour,” Konrad said as he wiped the cloth over Wraith’s belly. “But I wanted to apologise again, especially for how I acted after you told me you’d—” He cleared his throat. “—had sex with ghosts.”
“That’s okay,” Wraith said. And he meant it. Things were good between them, and he didn’t want to get lost back in how things had been at the start.
Konrad shook his head. “No. It wasn’t. I judged before knowing any of the details.” He threw the soiled cloth to the floor and grabbed the other one to clean himself.
Then Konrad gave a sheepish smile. “In fact, I’m kind of curious now. If you are open to it, can you tell me about it? You don’t have to,” he rushed out. “After how I spoke to you, I have no right to ask.”
“I don’t mind.” And Wraith didn’t. Because Konrad had changed so greatly since that day. Konrad felt like a completely different person to the man Wraith had originally met and married.
So Wraith found himself opening up and talking about his experiences with ghosts. Konrad listened. No disgust flitted across his face.
Afterwards, Konrad lay beside him. He pulled Wraith into his arms. “Okay. I admit it. That sounds sexy. Not at all gross or disgusting.”
“I’m glad you think so. Although, now my days of sex with ghosts are over,” Wraith said.
“That’s good to hear, as I would definitely be jealous of you having sex with ghosts.” Konrad paused. “I hope you won’t miss it too much.”
Wraith shook his head. “Sex with you has been better than sex with any ghost.”
Konrad chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Then Wraith tensed. “Um … Konrad.”
Konrad lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Your father is here.”