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)
Aiden returned his grin as he stepped close. Nimble fingers slid under Ronan’s borrowed sweater and pushed it upward. Aiden explored his chest, teased his nipples, before finally tossing the expensive cashmere garment aside. His lover slowly lowered himself to his knees, kissing his chest and across his stomach. Ronan closed his eyes, loving every hot caress of those perfect lips, the haunting brush of fangs followed by a swipe from the tip of his tongue. Aiden put everything of himself into each touch, his entire focus seemingly on Ronan now.
Fingers stumbled with his belt for a moment. There was a soft growl of frustration, and then the offending pants were being pushed aside along with his underwear. Ronan groaned as the flat of Aiden’s tongue swiped up the underside of his cock. It was breathing in heaven, his body humming with the promise of so much more to come. So, it was with great difficulty that he grabbed Aiden’s hair and pulled him away from his aching dick.
“Naked first. I told you to undress me.”
To his credit, Aiden gave him the most pathetic look imaginable, as if the poor vampire were starving and all he needed was another taste of Ronan’s cock to make everything better. And God help him, Ronan wanted to give Aiden everything he asked for, but this was about giving over control.
“Finish undressing me,” Ronan said, adding a little more steel to his voice.
Aiden gave a small nod, returning to the task of pulling down Ronan’s pants. Of course, the devious man leaned forward just right so that he could nuzzle Ronan’s member with the side of his face. Light prickles of his five o’clock shadow sent tingles along his dick, and Ronan hissed.
The moment he was completely naked, Aiden ran his hands up Ronan’s thighs, gazing at him with bright, hungry eyes, as if he were a banquet and Aiden was simply waiting for permission to feast on him. But Aiden was an exquisite vision as well: Bunched, straining muscles. Hard cock glistening with pre-cum at the tip. Damp lips parted as each breath came out in a pant of need.
Wrapping his hand around the base of his dick, Ronan squeezed before tapping the head against Aiden’s lips. “Open.” Aiden immediately obeyed, his tongue sliding out just enough to lightly caress the tip. “Keep those fangs tucked away, or I’m going to jerk off in the shower alone.”
Aiden lifted his upper lips a little farther to reveal that his fangs were indeed safely tucked away. That was good, because Ronan had no desire to feel them in his dick. But bad because it meant that he’d not snapped Aiden’s control yet. Soon.
Ronan pushed his cock into Aiden’s welcoming mouth, not bothering to hold back his moan of pleasure. His eyes fell shut and he let himself sink into the feeling of Aiden’s tongue running over his length, the tight, warm, wet suction. He could just stay here for the rest of the night. Ronan opened his eyes, looking down at Aiden as he gently ran his fingers through his soft brown hair and caressed his cheeks. Ronan thrust forward carefully, and Aiden moaned, the sound rumbling around his dick. God, he could come just like this, but not tonight. He had plans for his king.
Slowly, he withdrew from Aiden’s wonderful mouth, letting the wet head rub over his lips for a moment until he smiled. “You are dangerously good at that.”
Aiden hummed. “And sorely out of practice.”
Ronan chuckled. “Well, I plan on giving you plenty of practice, but not tonight.” Ronan held out his hand to Aiden, helping him to his feet.
As Aiden rose, he leaned into Ronan, their bodies rubbing against each other until they were both hissing. Ronan seized his lips roughly in a demanding kiss, thrusting his tongue inside of Aiden’s mouth. His man opened immediately, his body relaxed and completely pliable. Aiden could be incredibly stubborn and uncompromising when he wanted to be. His will was like a rod of iron, which was why it was all the more intoxicating when he handed himself over to Ronan, trusting him completely.
They kissed until Ronan’s lips grew sore, and still, he didn’t want to stop. He never wanted to stop kissing Aiden. There was no growing tired of it. They had a thousand years of kissing to catch up on.
He slid his hands along Aiden’s back to roughly grab his ass, kneading the muscles in those two wonderful globes. Aiden tore his mouth away and moaned loudly. He thrust his cock forward, rubbing it along the inside of Ronan’s hip. Digging his fingers in, Ronan parted those cheeks, letting the cool air in the room brush over his hole. Aiden bucked, his fingers digging painfully into his shoulder.
“Ronan!” he cried out. “Fuck me. Need you.”