Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“You were sixteen. The ambush on the road home. An arrow from the trees,” Aiden murmured.
Ronan sat up with a smile, his fingers automatically going to the scar that cut across Aiden’s ribs on his right side. “You got a matching one from protecting me after I was knocked from my horse.” His touch conjured a phantom ache from the old memory, but it faded almost as quickly under the heat of his fingers. Aiden kissed him again, almost violently. He’d protected Ronan that day, kept him safe until he could regain his feet and face their attackers. He would always protect Ronan.
Pushing the sexy vampire against the blankets and pillows, Aiden slowly worked his way down his chest, licking and kissing and nuzzling every bit of him. He revisited a dozen old scars. They were a roadmap of their past. A hard life lived so many centuries ago. And somehow, by the grace of some forgotten god, they’d survived long enough to have this moment.
A low growl escaped Ronan, and Aiden’s fingers tightened to the point of pain as he reached Ronan’s pelvic bone. He licked across tender flesh, just narrowly avoiding the head of Ronan’s straining cock.
“Aiden,” Ronan growled. “Don’t be cruel.”
Aiden chuckled, allowing his breath to brush over the head of Ronan’s leaking dick. “Cruel? Like this?” Leaning closer, Aiden ran the flat of his tongue along the underside of Ronan’s thick member from the root to the head. A flurry of creative curses erupted from Ronan as his back bowed off the bed.
“Yes, you bastard,” Ronan finished with a hiss.
Aiden cupped Ronan’s balls while slowly taking his thick cock inside of his mouth. He swirled his tongue along the head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum before working his way down the shaft. It had been centuries since he’d last had a man’s dick in his mouth, but it had never felt like this, never tasted like this. His own cock throbbed and begged for attention. Part of him was so tempted to drive Ronan to completion right there. He longed to know what he tasted like, to hear his cries of release, to feel the trembling of his body.
“No, not like this,” Ronan breathed, his voice breaking a little as he pushed Aiden away. “I’m close. Want to feel you.”
Reluctantly, Aiden pulled off him and reached for the lube. He quickly coated his fingers while Ronan spread his legs, placing his feet flat on the mattress. Aiden held Ronan’s hot gaze as he worked his slick fingers inside of Ronan one at a time, stretching him. Both of them were sweating and desperate to finally come together, but nothing in this world could make him hurt Ronan.
“Enough. I won’t last much longer,” Ronan declared just as Aiden worked a third finger inside of him. “How do you want me?”
“Just like this,” Aiden said as he spread lube onto his throbbing cock. As much as he wanted this to last forever, he had a feeling it was going to be quick. They’d both waited too long, wanted this too much.
So very slowly, he pressed into Ronan’s welcoming body. Aiden groaned loudly at the intense heat. He was so fucking tight. His body screamed to plunge deep inside of Ronan, to feel all of him at once, but he pressed forward slowly, moving inch by slow inch. Ronan reached down and stroked his cock back to life after he’d lost some of his initial stiffness against the pain of Aiden’s entry.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ronan said on an exhale the moment Aiden was fully seated inside of him. “I’ve had dreams of you, and they didn’t even come close to how beautiful you truly are.”
Aiden braced his arms on either side of Ronan’s head and gently kissed him, savoring the tenderness of his lips while allowing Ronan’s body to adjust to him. “I couldn’t let myself dream. It would have broken me. I’ve never been as strong as you.”
“No, you’ve always been stronger.” Ronan kissed him and smiled. “And smarter.” Ronan kissed him again. “And braver.”
When Ronan would have kissed him again, Aiden pulled out a little and punched his hips forward, earning a needy moan from Ronan. “And more wicked?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes. Fuck me, my Aiden. Please fuck me,” Ronan begged. His free hand gripped Aiden’s hip, trying to get him to move again.
Aiden didn’t need to be told twice. He seized Ronan’s mouth in a searing kiss and slammed home yet again. They both cried out in pleasure. There was no stopping now. He wanted to make Ronan shout, curse, and shake beneath him. Shoving upright, Aiden grabbed the backs of Ronan’s thighs and watched as his cock stretched Ronan’s perfect hole before thrusting deep inside of him again. This was where he belonged. Ronan’s body belonged to him. Every cry and pant belonged to him. The sweat glistening on his body, the dance of tense muscles, the fast shuttling of Ronan’s hand on his cock belonged to him.