Summary:

The king of Rozanova wakes to the only warmth that has ever mattered: his husband sprawled over his chest, the most beautiful man in the entire world lit with the soft, gentle glow of morning. There is a council waiting, a kingdom to run, old men to convince and borders to hold. Ilya would much rather spend the morning cataloguing every freckle, praising every inch of Shane’s body and coaxing his consort into saying exactly what he wants… and then giving it to him until Shane is still feeling it when he finally takes his seat at the council table. (Sequel to Melting a Winter King. Can be read on its own, but works best as a double feature!)