flanks, back, and hipsbefore they cupped his buttocks and pulled him tight against him.Their shafts rubbed tantalizingly against each other through theirclothing.Witha groan, Rohyr broke their kiss. He touched his forehead to Lassens.You are more temptation than is possible for anyone to resist,he murmured.Heled Lassen through the sitting room into the sleeping chamber. InLassens anxiety, everything was a blur of color and texture. Theonly thing that clearly stood out was the huge, canopied, four-posterbed that dominated the bedchamber. Built from precious nahra, itlooked almost twice as wide and half again as long as Lassens ownlarge bed.Lassenvaguely noted the thick feather mattress, luxurious down pillows,crisp snowy linens and gauzy white curtains that could be drawn toconceal the bed and its occupants from casual scrutiny. Somethinggleamed in the muted light, drawing his eyes to the bedside table. Hegulped upon spotting a small wide-rimmed bottle of colorless, scentedoil.Hefelt the feathery stroke of his consciousness. A come hithersensation that made him aware that he was being watched withappreciation. It set his body aflame. To his dismay, his nipplesstiffened slightly and his shaft lifted in nascent arousal. Lassenclosed his eyes and waited.Hedid not wait long. Rohyr gently clasped his shoulders and guided himonto thebed.Lassen tried to becalm himself. But he quivered when he felt the warmslide of Rohyrs hand on one thigh, caressing him from knee almostto groin.Thegentle tug at a nipple impelled him to open his eyes and he lookeddown to see Rohyr sucking one peaked bud through the thin fabric.Farther below, his hand stroked Lassens thigh, scarcely hidden bythe shirt hem. Both images were nigh unbearably erotic and Lassensgroin tightened accordingly.Rohyrlooked up and their eyes met. The king smiled and shifted upward tocapture Lassen with one of his inimitable kisses. Lassen avidlyresponded and pressed his body against Rohyrs with abandon.Rohyrshand came up between them and unfastened the single button atLassens throat. The garment parted and Rohyr slid his handunderneath to touch the stiffened nipples now revealed. Lassen archedinto his touch. The king drew back and gazed at him, the hungryglimmer in his eyes causing the muscles in Lassens belly toclench. Without a word, Rohyr gripped the hem of his nightshirt anddrew the garment up and off Lassens slender form.Forthe first time, he lay completely naked before Rohyr. Lassen remainedas still as he could while his royal lover had his fill of this firstsight of his bared charms.Toomuch, Rohyr murmured huskily. He doffed his shirt and trousers.Lassengaped at him. Saints!Here was no soft, throne-bound sovereign, but a battle-honed, warriorking of striking beauty, steely grace and an endowment that leftLassens mouth dry from mingled admiration and perturbation. He didnot stop staring until Rohyr drew him close and engaged him once morein a spate of torrid kisses.Heclung to Rohyr, reveling in the feel of naked skin and unshieldedwarmth against his body. As he yielded further to Rohyrs sensualassault, he only vaguely felt the kings hand as it moved down fromhis shoulder to his hip and finally to his thighs. Even when Rohyrparted his legs and reached between to cup his seed pouch, he did notpay much heed.ButRohyrs fingers