Eternal Sin (Primal Sin #2) - Ariana Nash Page 0,64

so tight.” Severn leaned over him, his chest against Mikhail’s back, and whispered, “You want this, Your Grace?” He slid the finger in again, deeper this time, and a shudder revealed exactly how much he did want this. “You want it hard, Your Grace?” In, out, brushing that toe-curling spot that made Mikhail lose his thoughts.

A pulse of lust danced down his cock. It leaked against the sheets and arched his hips, seeking friction.

“You like that?” Severn removed his finger, shifted slightly, kicked Mikhail’s legs apart, and then spread his ass again. A flick of warm, wet tongue against his sensitive opening tore a groan from Mikhail. The tongue flicked again, quicker, and Mikhail moaned his need. The touch was too light, too quick. He wanted heat and hardness and Severn thrusting deep, so he didn’t have to think about anything anymore.

“Show me your wings,” Severn ordered.

He let them spill open and fall over either side of the bed until the leading feathers fell against the floor. Facedown, exposed and vulnerable, he’d never experienced such racing desire.

Severn’s hand stroked down his spine. “So fucking beautiful, Your Grace.”

Severn’s hard, silken cock pushed against his hole. Fingers stretched him, working him, and then that hardness eased in, friction caressing the hole, filling him up. Haven, yes… Mikhail panted, pleasure drowning him.

Severn shifted again, pulled out, and carefully drove back in, inch by inch. By Haven, it was everything, pain and pleasure a tantalizing mix, each heightening the other. Faster, Severn found his rhythm, and Mikhail gave himself to the mindless sensation.

Severn’s fingers dug into Mikhail’s hips, thighs slapping. Foul words spilled from Severn’s luscious mouth. Then he slowed and withdrew, and Mikhail bit into the sheet to keep from whimpering like a scalded fledgling. Severn’s steady, warm hand sank beneath his waist and hitched Mikhail’s hips up at a different angle, giving him access to Mikhail’s cock.

“I’m going to suck you off, Your Grace,” the words brushed Mikhail’s neck.

Mikhail moaned his need, incapable of anything else.

“Sit up for me.”

Mikhail wedged his trembling knees on the bed and let himself be turned in Severn’s arms. Stunning demon wings framed his impossible angel. Vast, dark, lethally beautiful wings.

He looked in Severn’s brilliant, honest eyes. There were no lies there now, just open desire, and Mikhail almost sobbed.

Severn lay him down again, this time on his back, and with their gazes locked, Severn’s hard length reentered, his passage impossibly slick. Severn bit into his own lip and groaned as his cock filled Mikhail to his balls. Gods, he was the torturous vision of a male, of everything Mikhail had come to realize he loved, despite the terrible price of that love.

Severn’s masterful fingers stroked Mikhail’s arousal erect between them, rhythmically rocking into Mikhail, and the pleasure doubled, stuttering through Mikhail, effortlessly stimulating him toward climax.

Mikhail was at his mercy, and that seemed as though that should be wrong, but in those moments, nothing had felt more right. Severn’s hand brought him to the edge of the peak until he crested in that final, blinding, breathless moment. At that thought, as though he could read Mikhail’s mind, Severn suddenly withdrew his cock from Mikhail’s passage, replacing it with two fingers at the same time as Severn’s hot mouth swallowed his painfully peaked member. Severn’s fingers pounded inside Mikhail and his mouth expertly sucked, suddenly thrusting Mikhail into thoughtless ecstasy. His member pulsed and spent down Severn’s throat.

Severn grinned, peering up his body, Mikhail’s cock still snug between his lips.

Regret, shame, guilt—tried to unpick Mikhail’s pleasure. With the help of Severn’s blue-eyed gaze, he denied the emotions purchase. All but one. Love. His heart soared with that.

He caught Severn’s arm and hauled him up, then kissed him slowly, tasting his own saltiness on Severn’s tongue. He kissed deeper, more desperately, claiming his devilish angel. Mikhail palmed Severn’s slick cock and pumped. Severn mumbled a hopeless plea, swearing that he couldn’t last, then his back arched. Mikhail grabbed him, pulling him close, and hot and creamy seed dashed Mikhail’s belly.

Breathing too hard, with Severn clutched against him, he feared what would happen when they parted. Because ending brought thoughts, and thoughts brought doubts—made him distrust all of this.

Severn pried himself from Mikhail’s grip with a knowing smile and left the bed, returning moments later with a damp cloth to softly wipe Mikhail down. Again, Mikhail surrendered in silence once more, enjoying even these soft moments of aftercare. Once Severn was done, he folded Severn and his demon wings