One Night
Soft and cool and surprising were the High King’s hands against his cheeks. The king’s deep gaze, grey eyes tinged with green. The wide, sad lips suddenly so close.
Silk and fire in the darkness and the agony of Dagorlad.
He gasped at the kiss and shuddered in his king’s hands. But he did not draw back. He could not. He felt himself react in a desperate surge of desire. He swayed towards his king.
There were whispers, there were kisses, there was skin pressed against skin, tears and sweat mingled.
It was only one night. And then no more.