Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Demon?” Elias snorts, takes hold of Kyle by the shoulders and says, “Didn’t I tell you you’ll never break me? Don’t hold back, Kyle. I want you to fuck me so hard, every muscle in my body is too sore to move. And believe me, it will take every last ounce of strength inside you.” He brings his own lips to Kyle’s ear, gives it a playful lick. “I can take everything you’ve got.”
Kyle grins. “Mmm, you shouldn’t have said that.”
Prickles of excitement race through Kyle’s body. It’s never clear whether it’s his own or Elias’s. With a maneuver, Elias is face-down on the couch, naked, glossy with sweat, as Kyle lies on top of him. An end table by the couch—a new addition to the décor, courtesy of Elias—is home to an eclectic assortment of other recently acquired items: a teak-colored lamp, a coffee mug with “R.I.P. SLEEP” in tiny block letters across its center, and a bottle of lubricant. It’s the lube Kyle reaches for, squirts a generous helping on his hand. After stroking himself, he slides his slippery fingers between Elias’s butt cheeks. The second he feels those fingers slip in, Kyle feels it too, his senses tingling with excitement. It’s an incredible and new feeling, to slide his fingers into someone else and feel like it’s his own body. While his fingers do the work of opening Elias up, Kyle spots an area of Elias’s shoulder that looks especially pliable and perfect, and it’s there where Kyle leans forward and puts his teeth.
Elias flinches, taken by surprise. His hole squeezes around Kyle’s fingers. Kyle experiences it all twice, simultaneously, the shock and the pleasure. When Kyle trades his fingertips for his cock, he feels Elias’s urgency as he slides it inside. Elias’s body ripples with the deep sound of his moaning. He curls his fingers around the edge of the couch. Kyle pushes in deeper, following his instincts, reading the sparks of excitement in his connection.
Despite Elias’s wishes, Kyle starts out slow, savoring every movement the same way he savors every drop of blood. Down to its smallest part, to the cells, to the very atoms. The rocking of their bodies, their weight. The firm feel of Elias’s muscled ass against Kyle. With every thrust, he is closer to paradise.
“You won’t break me,” grunts Elias. “I dare you to try.” Kyle bites Elias’s ear right then from behind, both a reaction to his taunt, and an act of desire. Elias lets out an amused groan, sighs with delight, and says, “You drive me crazy, Kyle.”
A flood of pleasure overwhelms Kyle’s mind.
How can he ever dream to get enough of this?
“Harder,” begs Elias as Kyle keeps thrusting. Every time he moves, Elias’s whole body responds, Kyle’s mind bubbles with insurmountable sensations. He obliges, adding more force with every push. He knows exactly when to pick up pace, feeling Elias’s desires. “I’m stronger than you think. I’ll—mmm, yes—I’ll prove to you how strong I am. Harder.”
Kyle thrusts harder.
And bites deeper.
He tastes everything a hundred times more, coursing into every nerve ending of his body, invigorating him.
“I can’t imagine a night without this,” whimpers Elias.
Kyle thrusts even harder, letting out a moan each time.
“I was so fucking lost, Kyle … mmm.” He grunts, fingers curling around the edges of the couch, his muscles contracting beautifully, Kyle’s hips slapping him with every push. “Do you even know, do you even know how much I fucking need you?”
The next second, Kyle pulls out, peels Elias off the couch like he weighs nothing more than a feather, then drops himself onto the couch and pulls Elias atop his lap. When Kyle thrusts himself back into Elias, now seated on him, Elias’s face reflects breathless surprise.
“I’m strong, too,” says Kyle as he holds him by the hips on top of his lap, pushing hard, his determined gaze on Elias.
Elias’s eyes are like liquid emotion, pouring into Kyle’s. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop being surprised by you.”
“Let me look at you when I come,” says Kyle. “Kiss me.”
They bring their lips together as Elias rocks himself on Kyle’s lap, adding power to every thrust, a dance between their bodies. Elias starts stroking his cock with his free hand between them. The kissing intensifies, deepening as they grow closer to the edge, their breaths shattering across one another’s faces.
Elias pulls away to gaze into Kyle’s eyes. “Every part of me is yours,” he whispers. “Every part.”
Kyle gazes back at him. “Every part?”
Even now, even in the heat of sex, with sweat, blood, and breath between them, Kyle experiences a moment of desperate, urgent humanity trying to claw its way through.
The part of his humanity telling him he shouldn’t do this.
He should stop. It’s too much. The blood is wrong. This must stop, here and now, before it gets out of hand. Something is happening to Kyle. Something dark is growing inside, deep and evil, a hunger that someday won’t know restraint.