(Warning: Empire Level Spice Ahead)
Elian's POV
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He moaned softly as Kyren's fingers slipped up and down his naked upper body.
The rogue king's hands were sensual in their touch, rubbing the sides of his waist first before going higher to his nipples. He didn't waste a second, teasing him by rubbing his nipples.
Elian gasped at the sharp jolt of pleasure, his body arching despite himself.
His arms trembled as he wrapped them around Kyren's body. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath sharper than the last, while his skin burned with every flick of the king's calloused thumbs.
"Sensitive," Kyren muttered against his neck, his deep voice curling like smoke into Elian's ear. His lips brushed over Elian's skin as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers racing down his spine.
Elian low-key wanted to protest—but when Kyren twisted his nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly, all that came out of his mouth was a broken whimper.
