Chapter 124: The Way You Make Me Feel

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: The Way You Make Me Feel

~Third- POV~

Frederick nestled closer, wrapping his arms securely around his little pet as a peaceful smile touched his lips. He closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax in the warmth of Reynold’s embrace.

Reynold held him gently, pulling the duvet over them both before running his fingers through Frederick’s hair and rubbing his broad back in slow, steady strokes until Frederick fell into a deep sleep.

Reynold, however, remained awake for a long time, unable to fall asleep right away. Every few minutes, he checked on Frederick, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Whenever Reynold tried to shift even slightly, Frederick’s subconscious instincts kicked in. His arms would tighten around Reynold, pulling him back against his chest as though he couldn’t bear to let him go, even in his sleep.

A soft smile spread across Reynold’s face each time Frederick pulled him closer. He leaned down and whispered against Frederick’s ear, "I’m right here, Daddy... I’m not going anywhere."

He continued holding Frederick close, keeping him safe and comforted, until the quiet hum of the aircraft finally lulled him to sleep. With Frederick resting against his chest, Reynold drifted off peacefully as the jet continued its smooth flight through the night sky.

They slept undisturbed for hours.

With only two hours remaining before their scheduled landing in France, Frederick finally stirred. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze settling on the digital clock beside the bed. It read 4:04 a.m.

Realizing they had only two hours left before landing, Frederick let out a quiet, satisfied breath. It had been a long time since he’d slept so deeply and peacefully.

He gently moved his arm to stretch his muscles, but as he lowered his hand back toward the sheets, his palm brushed directly against Reynold’s crotch. Reynold was still fast asleep, completely oblivious, but beneath his soft trousers, his cock was fully hard and standing proud against Frederick’s hand.

A dark smile tugged at the corners of Frederick’s lips. Wicked, dirty thoughts flashed through his mind, tempting him to wake Reynold with his mouth or take him right then and there. But Frederick caught himself and chuckled softly under his breath.

No, he thought, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation. What I have planned for him in Paris is even nastier. If I give in now, he might not be able to handle what I have in store for him when we get there.

Carefully lifting Reynold’s leg off him, Frederick slipped out from under the duvet without disturbing his sleep. He stepped out of bed and walked into the private en-suite bathroom to freshen up. After washing his face and completing his morning routine, he returned to the bedroom suite and settled back onto the plush mattress beside Reynold.

The moment Frederick lay down, Reynold instinctively rolled toward him in his sleep, curling against his chest like a needy cat seeking warmth. Frederick smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around his baby again.

The black beanie Reynold had been wearing had slipped off during the night, leaving his blond hair tousled against the pillow. Frederick gently brushed the stray strands away from Reynold’s forehead and held him close, content to remain like that as the cabin gradually brightened with the approaching dawn.

Nearly two hours passed before the soft chime of the intercom sounded. The pilot’s voice came through, announcing that they were approximately thirty minutes away from landing in Paris.

Frederick glanced at the time before looking down at his little kitten nestled in his arms. He gently stroked Reynold’s cheek.

"Sweetheart... wake up, baby."

Reynold stirred, letting out a sleepy whimper as his eyelashes fluttered open. He blinked against the dim morning light before his gaze settled on Frederick’s warm eyes.

"It’s 6:05 a.m., my love," Frederick murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Good morning, baby."

Reynold’s lips curved into a sleepy smile. He stretched like a satisfied kitten, rubbing his cheek against Frederick’s chest before looking up at him with concern.

"Good morning, Daddy... how do you feel? Are you feeling better now?"

Frederick’s heart warmed at the concern in Reynold’s voice. He cupped Reynold’s face in his hands, gazing into his eyes with genuine affection.

"I feel incredible, sweetheart. The moment I fell asleep in your arms, it felt like all my stress had disappeared. Thank you for taking such good care of your big baby last night. You made me feel so much better."

Reynold’s cheeks flushed pink.

"You don’t have to thank me. I love taking care of you."

Frederick chuckled softly before leaning down to capture Reynold’s lips in a deep, sweet morning kiss. They kissed once, twice, three times, savoring each kiss as the jet continued its descent toward Paris.

Moments later, the jet’s wheels touched down on the runway of the private airport, and the aircraft rolled smoothly along the tarmac before coming to a complete stop.

"Come on, baby," Frederick said, gently helping Reynold sit up in bed.

Seeing how drowsy Reynold still was, Frederick smoothed down his oversized hoodie and gently fixed his messy hair.

"I know you’re still sleepy. I’m sorry, sweetheart, but once we get to the hotel, you’ll have all the time you need to rest in a comfortable bed."

Reynold nodded sleepily, resting his chin on Frederick’s shoulder for a moment. "Okay, Daddy."

Frederick helped him out of bed and took his hand. Before they left the private bedroom suite and entered the main cabin, Frederick pulled Reynold gently against him and stole another lingering kiss from his soft lips.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispered.

"I love you too, Daddy," Reynold replied softly.

Hand in hand, they made their way through the cabin and toward the exit. When the cabin door opened, the crisp morning air greeted them, while the soft golden sunlight illuminated the airport tarmac.

At the foot of the airstairs, two sleek, glossy black luxury cars waited with their engines running. Frederick’s Parisian security team stood nearby, ready to escort them.

Frederick guided Reynold down the airstairs, keeping their fingers intertwined. As they reached the bottom, the lead driver immediately stepped forward and opened the rear passenger door of the first sedan.

"Good morning, Mr. Corvin. Welcome to Paris, sir. Welcome, Mr. Blake," he greeted them respectfully.

Frederick allowed Reynold to slide into the plush leather back seat first, placing a protective hand above his head to keep him from bumping it against the doorframe. He then settled beside him, and the driver closed the door with a quiet, solid click.

The second sedan carried Frederick’s personal assistant and security personnel, along with their luggage, following closely behind the lead vehicle.

As soon as the door closed, Reynold leaned against Frederick without hesitation, resting his head comfortably on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Frederick smiled and slipped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him closer as he gently stroked his hair.

The driver pulled away from the airfield, and the two-car convoy headed into the heart of Paris. Reynold leaned against Frederick’s chest, watching the beautiful buildings and charming streets pass by through the window.

"Daddy, Paris is so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes following the scenery outside.

Frederick smiled, tightening his arm around Reynold’s shoulders. "I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. We have enough time to explore."

Reynold turned to look at him, a smile spreading across his face before he settled comfortably against Frederick again.

After a while, the convoy turned into a private entrance and pulled into the hotel’s covered courtyard. The gates closed behind them, shielding the entrance from the busy streets outside.

The driver stepped out and opened the rear passenger door while a concierge approached to assist with their luggage.

"Good morning, Mr. Corvin. " Welcome, sir," the concierge greeted respectfully.

Frederick nodded before helping Reynold out of the car. Once they were both outside, the concierge took charge of their luggage and led them toward the hotel entrance.

Welcome to Paris, Mr. Corvin. Welcome, Mr. Blake," the general manager greeted them with a respectful bow. "Your private suite is ready. Please allow me to escort you upstairs."

"Thank you," Frederick replied smoothly, keeping Reynold close to his side as they followed the manager into the hotel.

They entered a private elevator reserved for guests staying in the top-floor suite. The doors closed, and the elevator carried them silently upward.

A short ride later, the elevator doors opened onto a quiet, private landing. The general manager led them a few steps down the hallway before stopping in front of an imposing double door. After unlocking it, he stepped aside to let them enter.

"Enjoy your stay, Mr. Corvin," he said with a respectful bow before turning and leaving them to their privacy.

Frederick walked in first, keeping one arm around Reynold’s waist as they crossed the threshold into the spacious foyer.

Reynold’s eyes widened as he took in the suite’s grandeur. It was a stunning blend of French elegance and modern luxury, with soaring ceilings decorated with intricate cream moldings, crystal chandeliers sparkling overhead, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the Parisian skyline.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" Frederick asked softly from behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and brushing his lips against his ear.

"Daddy... it’s unbelievable," Reynold breathed, placing his hand over Frederick’s.

"Take your time and explore, baby. We have the whole suite to ourselves," Frederick murmured, kissing his temple.

Reynold eagerly took Frederick’s hand and pulled him along as they explored their temporary sanctuary.

First, they entered the spacious living room. Plush white velvet sofas sat atop handwoven silk rugs, arranged around a grand marble fireplace. On a long mahogany side table stood an elaborate arrangement of fresh white lilies and long-stemmed red roses, while a bottle of vintage champagne chilled in a silver ice bucket nearby.

Beyond the living room was a private dining area with a gleaming quartz table and a well-stocked bar. However, Reynold’s attention was soon drawn to the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading to the terrace.

Frederick slid one of the doors open, and they stepped onto the expansive wraparound balcony. A cool autumn breeze brushed against their faces as they took in the magnificent view. Across the Seine, the Eiffel Tower rose above the surrounding city, standing proudly against the morning sky.

Reynold let out a quiet breath and rested his hands on the stone balustrade.

"It feels like a dream, Frederick... I’ve only ever seen the Eiffel Tower in pictures."