[BL] Rules Of Desire: His Majesty's Secret-Chapter 33 - 31: Let Me Taste Your Love

Kaelith’s fingers moved with a hesitation that belied his confidence. He undressed Hale slowly, his palm brushing over the firm lines of Hale’s abdomen, then down lower, where his touch lingered just long enough to stir the tension between them.

But his gaze wavered.

He wasn’t ready.

Not yet.

Hale could feel it, not just in Kaelith’s trembling hands but in the silence that clung between them like a second skin. A silence full of unspoken questions, especially the one Kaelith hadn’t dared to ask.

Instead, Kaelith exhaled softly and pulled the sheets over them. His arms wrapped around Hale’s bare torso, his body curling close like a shield, as if proximity could ease the war inside his heart.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t move.

They just breathed two bodies drawn together by desire, divided by doubt.

As they lay in the quiet of Kaelith’s hidden sanctuary, Hale turned his head slightly, his voice soft but curious.

"Is Zarethrone the biggest kingdom in the realms?"

Kaelith chuckled lightly, brushing a thumb across Hale’s knuckle. " Zarethrone is powerful, yes. But no, it’s not the biggest."

Hale’s brow lifted. "Then which one is it?"

Kaelith leaned back slightly, eyes gazing upward as if recalling distant memories.

"Adamnal Kingdom. That’s the one. Larger in land, stronger in military might. Not just feared... respected. Where Zarethrone is loved for its freedom, Adamnal is revered for its discipline. A kingdom built on law, structure, and strength. Ruled by soldiers, not dreamers."

Hale nodded slowly, absorbing each word. "Have you ever met anyone from there?"

Kaelith hesitated, then said, "Only once. The princess. She attended a gathering here when I was younger. Beautiful, proud. Carried herself like a sword hidden in silk."

"What about the king’s son’s?" Hale asked.

Kaelith shook his head. "Never seen them. They’re quiet guarded. No one knows much, only that the royal family is... untouchable."

Silence settled between them again, charged with intrigue.

Kaelith’s gaze narrowed as he suddenly paused mid-sentence.

"Wait," he said, turning to Hale. "I never mentioned that Adamnal Kingdom has two sons. How did you know that?"

Hale chuckled softly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I might not be royal, Kaelith, but I know a little about the major kingdoms. Adamnal is vast, just like Zarethrone. I was just asking to satisfy my curiosity."

The excuse didn’t quite add up, but Kaelith tried not to overthink it. He wanted to trust Hale, not let his mind wander where doubt lived.

Then Hale asked more directly, "Is there any bad blood between Zarethrone and Adamnal?"

Kaelith shook his head. No. There’s peace. And even if someone from Adamnal commits a crime, we don’t have the right to judge them by death. The same rule applies to them with us.

Hale tilted his head. "But what if... by mistake, someone from each kingdom ends up killing the other?"

Kaelith’s voice lowered with weight. Let’s hope that never happens. If it does, it’ll mean war. And it won’t be pretty. That’s why both kingdoms try to avoid crossing paths.

"Ahh..." Hale nodded slowly. "Now I understand."

Kaelith let the topic shift, his voice softer now.

"You know, I once heard a story... about the three royal of Adamnal. Long time ago."

"Oh?" Hale asked. "What did you hear?"

Their mother adored them all, but it was obvious she loved one more. It caused jealousy among the others.

Hale raised a brow. Really and Why?

Kaelith nodded. "Yes. They say it’s because that one son she favourite took after her beauty. In every way."

"Seriously?" Hale asked again as if testing Kaelith’s memory.

Kaelith smiled faintly. Yes. I’ve always imagined what he looked like... I thought I might meet him one day.

Hale’s expression changed subtly, just enough for Kaelith to notice.

"Not for anything serious," Kaelith quickly added. "Just to satisfy my curiosity."

Hale stayed quiet for a second too long.

Kaelith blinked, then asked with a smirk, "Are you jealous?"

Hale sighed. "You want to meet a man who isn’t me. Of course, I’m jealous."

Kaelith leaned in and kissed him gently. He might have beauty, but you Hale, you carry something rarer. You may look strong, manly, but you have the kind of beauty that holds both strength and softness. Like a warrior with a poet’s soul.

Still quiet, Hale stared at him.

Kaelith sighed playfully. "Fine. I don’t want to meet him again, okay? You’re more than enough for me."

That made Hale smile. He kissed Kaelith back pulling his waist closer. "I know you still want to meet him. You’re just trying to ease my jealousy."

Kaelith chuckled. "Maybe I’m just curious...

just like how you ask me so many questions."

But Hale’s face turned serious. He looked into Kaelith’s eyes. "You don’t need to meet him. I’m enough. I’ll always be enough."

Kaelith grinned and kissed his nose. "I still want to meet him..."

"You want to meet him?" Hale repeated, raising a brow. "Then I’ll punish your mouth for saying that."

Kaelith leaned closer, voice low. "Then punish me."

Laughter bubbled between them as they wrestled playfully on the bed, their limbs tangled, hearts beating faster. But somewhere in the laughter, the mood shifted. Kaelith found himself above Hale, both of them breathless, the heat rising between their bodies.

Kaelith pressed a kiss to Hale’s forehead. Hale had already lost his shirt. Kaelith’s lips trailed downward, brushing over Hale’s chest, landing gently on his nipple. Hale moaned softly, unable to stop the sound.

"I love the way you moan," Kaelith whispered, his breath teasing Hale’s skin.

"Don’t make me too loud," Hale murmured, voice thick with need. "The guards are outside."

Kaelith chuckled against his skin. "This is my territory. No one says a word about what happens here unless I say so."

He took Hale’s nipple into his mouth, one hand holding both of Hale’s wrists above his head, the other teasing the second nipple until Hale was squirming under him, moaning into Kaelith’s mouth.

The moment grew deeper, more tender, more consuming. Kaelith kissed him thoroughly, making Hale tremble.

"I love you, Kael," Hale whispered without thinking, voice breaking with emotion. "I really do love you."

Kaelith didn’t reply. He just kept kissing him slowly, reverently as if returning those words with touch instead of sound.

Hale’s hands reached for his trousers, pushing them down. Kaelith’s hand found Hale’s length, already hard, already waiting.

"Are you ready?" Hale asked, breathless.

Kaelith shook his head slightly. "Buy me a little time. Let me use my mouth for tonight."

He moved down, his lips wrapping around Hale, warm and steady. Hale gasped and moaned, his hands gripping the sheets before finding Kaelith’s again. His body trembled as Kaelith took him deeper, stroking and sucking until Hale neared the edge.

"I—I’m going to—" Hale began to pull away, but Kaelith held his hand tight.

"Don’t hold back," he said. "Let it go."

Hale released into Kaelith’s mouth, gasping as the waves overtook him. Kaelith swallowed it all, not letting go until Hale was completely spent.

Hale stared at him, breathless and awed. I didn’t expect you to do that.

Kaelith crawled back up beside him, brushing his hair behind his ear. "It was my pleasure. Tonight was about you."

"I want to return the favour," Hale said, reaching for him, but Kaelith stopped him gently.

"Not tonight. Let’s just sleep like this."

Hale nodded and pulled Kaelith close. Kaelith wrapped his arms around him tightly, like he feared he might vanish in the night. And in the quiet warmth, the two of them drifted into sleep hearts full, bodies entwined, shadows forgotten.

The golden light of dawn spilled softly through the silk curtains, washing the room in a gentle, warm glow.

Hale stirred first, his eyes blinking open to the sight he never grew tired of—Kaelith lying beside him, hair tousled, skin glowing in the morning light, lips spread slightly in sleep. For a moment, Hale forgot about everything else his secrets, his fears. All that remained was Kaelith.

He reached out, fingertips brushing lightly down the prince’s cheek. Then he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. "Good morning, Kael," he whispered, voice soft and reverent.

Kaelith didn’t move.

At least, not outwardly.

But he’d been awake from the moment Hale stirred. He felt that kiss. He heard those words. And though a part of him longed to open his eyes and pull Hale back into the bed, he didn’t. He stayed still, lips twitching faintly with a smile, choosing to feel rather than interrupt.

Hale rose quietly, dressing without the rustle of a sound. He moved through the room with practiced care, preparing everything Kaelith would need for the day the wash basin, the linens, the fresh silks, each item folded perfectly, every gesture filled with intention.

Then, when everything was set, Hale paused at the edge of the bed once more.

He leaned down, brushed a final kiss against Kaelith’s cheek, and whispered something too soft to catch just a breath, maybe a hope.

And then he left.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Kaelith opened his eyes.

He sat up slowly, staring toward the door Hale had just exited, his chest tightening with emotion. Part of him wanted to run after him, pull him back, But he held himself back.

"I should trust him," he murmured under his breath, placing a hand against his own chest. "Because I trust what we shared."

He rose from the bed and moved toward the basin, finding the water still warm, the towels folded neatly. A faint scent of Hale’s skin lingered on the robe left for him, and it made him smile.

Kaelith bathed slowly, savouring the care Hale had left behind in every detail. His heart softened with every movement, and though he didn’t say it aloud, it was clear in his gentle smile.

He had never trusted anyone this deeply before.

And for now, that was enough.

Visit freewe𝑏no(v)el.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experi𝒆nce