Kaelis watched, mesmerized, as Ezra slid himself down his cock.
The knight's movements were fluid, practiced, his body accepting Kaelis's length with a smooth, rolling descent that stole the breath from the prince's lungs.
Ezra wrapped his arms around Kaelis's neck, his face hovering close, his fevered breath ghosting over Kaelis's lips.
For a moment, Kaelis could only stare. The dappled moonlight caught the sweat on Ezra's brow, the desperate, hungry look in his eyes.
The proud, stubborn knight was gone, replaced by this breathtaking creature of need and heat.
'I want him. I never knew I could want someone this much, but…'
The thought was pure, unadulterated hunger. Kaelis wanted more of this side of Ezra, wanted to consume it, to own it.
"I-I'm going to begin…"
Ezra began to move. He rode him. Not with the clumsy, eager inexperience Kaelis might have expected, but with a deliberate, sinuous rhythm.
