The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 44

Once outside the study, Desmond turned me to face him, but he didn't speak for a few seconds. We just stared at each other, and when I tried to say something, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "Randy," he sniffed, patting me on the shoulder, "I love you, Randy, but I don't want you to die for me."

"But..." I started to argue, but he placed his fingers on my lips, cutting me off.

"We're going to get through this," he promised.

I sighed and hugged him. "We will."

When we pulled away, we both chuckled and made our way to my room.

"Home sweet home," I said and rushed to my bed, lying down. "I've missed my room and the comfy bed."

Desmond lay down beside me and chuckled. "I remember when we used to jump on this bed, and the Queen used to scold us," he said and burst into laughter.

"Right, and that one time we poured water all over the room and the bed," I added, turning to face him. "Good old days."

I ruffled his hair and then leaned in closer to him. "I wish we didn't have to go through all of this," I told him, and he smiled at me.

"Desmond, what's your wish?"

Desmond wrapped his arms around my waist, turning me to lie on top of him. "I wish that we could be together forever and ever," he whispered, kissing me on the lips. "I..." he kissed the corner of my lips and sucked on it. "I hope that we can continue to be together forever, Randy," he whispered and kissed me again.

"Me too," I said in between the kisses and began to kiss him back passionately.

Our lips fought for dominance, and I tried to gain control.

I kissed him deeply, teasing his tongue with mine.

My hands roamed around his back, and just as I began to raise his shirt, the door leading to the room burst open.

"Oh, goodness! Boys! My eyes!" My mother's voice sounded at the entrance of the room.

Desmond pushed me away, and I landed on my butt on the ground. "Ouch," I groaned in pain, remaining on the floor. "That is painful," I complained.

I faced my mother. "What do you want, mother?"

My mother sighed and walked into the room, covering her face. "I hope none of you is naked."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "No, Mom."

"Great. Now come eat, because you're probably hungry after the journey down here."

"I'm not hungry," I lied, and my stomach rumbled, revealing my lie.

Desmond and my mother burst into laughter, and I soon joined them. "Stupid stomach," I mumbled under my breath.

~Desmond~

The deafening silence in the royal dining hall almost made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me.

I ate quickly, hoping to escape the King's constant gaze, the only thing keeping me going being Randy's reassuring touch on my hand.

When we finished our meal, I hurried out of the dining hall with Randy following closely.

I was relieved the King didn't stop us for more conversation.

Upon reaching Randy's room, he closed the door behind us, and I turned to face him.

"Do you think the King will ever accept our relationship?" I asked him.

Randy's body went still, and he responded, "Desmond, what are you saying? He will accept it in the end, and there's no stopping us."

I nodded, then swallowed hard. "I mean, you're the crown prince. Our love won't be accepted by everyone."

"Desmond," he said, grabbing my hands, "I am willing to fight for us. I love you, and to me, you are everything."

I took a step closer to him, closing the distance between us, and cupped his face.

"I love you too, Randy. I truly hope we can replace a way out of this."

"Yes," his voice quivered. He slid his hands down my back, wrapping his arms around my waist. "We will figure this out. I don't want to lose you. I can't bear to be without you." "Randy," I whispered, smoothing my thumb over his soft cheek. "I'm grateful that I'm your boyfriend."

"Me too," he replied. "I've loved you since we were teenagers." He stepped even closer, our chests pressing together.

He removed his hands from around my waist, wrapping them around my neck and burying his face in the base of my neck. "I can't imagine life without you."

"Randy," I said his name again, my voice low and filled with emotion.

My hand stroked the back of his head, and I brushed my lips against his ear. "I love hearing you talk about how you can't be without me," I chuckled and urged his face to mine, demanding a deeper kiss. Randy responded eagerly, tightening his grip around my neck, and soon urgency overcame us.

It didn't take long for Randy to undress, and he motioned for me to join him on the bed.

By the time we lay down, I was already panting, my heart pounding in my chest.

I dropped kisses down his abs, running my hands through his hair.

"Wait," he managed to say as he half sat up, reaching down to run his hand through my hair.

He moaned softly and gently kissed the tip of my hardening d*ck. "You're so hard for me," he whispered.

I chuckled and caressed his hair. "Every part of you is incredibly sexy, Randy," I murmured, and then I leaned in to kiss him passionately.

He responded with a passionate kiss, and suddenly, I playfully flipped him over, pulling his hips up, putting his ass on display.

"Desmond, he turned to me, and I noticed the flush on his face. I playfully gave his behind a gentle tap, eliciting a moan of anticipation, as my excitement grew.

"Grab that pillow," I instructed.

"f*ck," he replied with a moan, resting his chest on the pillow.

He let out a scream he screamed as my palms smoothed over his ass.