Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,11

was curled up in his arms, a fierce blush painting his cheeks and throat. From embarrassment or arousal? Maybe both. And then, like a small miracle, Navid responded. As if on instinct, he nipped back, trying to capture Zana’s mouth while clutching his neck. Zana buried his fingers in Navid’s hair and tasted him for the first time.

I’m the only man to ever touch his skin. The first and the last to taste him. No matter how much he berated himself for it, he found Navid’s purity incredibly gratifying. One day, he’d make love to his young husband. And one day, Navid would be in heat, and Zana would breed him, pour his seed into Navid’s womb, forging an unbreakable bond. He was grateful that in this position, Navid couldn’t feel his insistent erection. He didn’t want Navid to worry about what Zana’s body craved. Tonight was only about Navid.

They kissed for a long time until Navid squirmed and strained toward him. When Zana broke the kiss, his heart stuttered. Navid was breathtaking, his glassy eyes gleaming with arousal.

“I’ve kept you on the floor for long enough,” Zana muttered.

With Navid in his arms, he stood—how light Navid’s body was—and laid him on the bed, still wrapped up in the robe. He lay beside him, facing him, and he kissed him some more, not letting him get nervous again. Navid’s pulse was thundering under his palm where he stroked his neck.

When their tongues touched, Navid gave out a soft moan, and he slid his fingers over Zana’s shoulder, shaky yet eager. Their tastes mingled; fingers combed through hair and scratched at stubble. Zana leaned away for a moment, and Navid followed but stopped himself. His pupils were blown. His honest desire was incredible to witness.

“Will you let me see you?” Zana spoke quietly, just inches away from Navid’s face so he didn’t miss the fear flicker in Navid’s eyes. But Navid nodded.

Of course he was nervous. It was his first time: first touch, first kiss, first time exposing himself for a lover.

Zana fingered the edge of the robe by Navid’s collarbone and placed a small kiss on the patch of naked skin just above. A shudder went through Navid. So that was how Zana continued. He slowly tugged the fabric down and kissed every inch of the satiny skin he uncovered. He lavished Navid’s collarbones and upper chest with tenderness, feeling his ribcage lift and sink with rapid breathing.

Then he found a nipple, and his cock throbbed at the sight. Navid was impeccable. Everywhere. In his blemish-free skin, the dark round nub sat like a jewel.

“Navid, love, you say stop, and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

Looking confused, Navid frowned. Zana smiled at him gently while sadness filled his heart.

“You think you’re here only for my enjoyment? That your feelings don’t matter?”

Navid lowered his gaze but didn’t reply.

“That’s not how love works. If what I do or say is unpleasant to you, you tell me.”

“Yes,” Navid replied too fast, his expression sheepish, confirming Zana’s suspicion. Navid had been brought up to be the chaste, obedient omega spouse, and he’d never even thought of questioning the teachings of his tutors.

“Navid, did your tutor advise you on this night?”

Another shy nod.

“What did he tell you?”

“To do what you say. Not to meet your eyes…and not to ruin your pleasure.” His voice shook. “To stay still. Not to…cover or…touch myself. My body belongs to you now.”

Ruin my pleasure? He wasn’t even supposed to look at me. Zana exhaled heavily. “He told you to hide your discomfort if you felt any?”

No reply.

Cupping Navid’s cheek, Zana sought out his skittish gaze. “I love looking into your eyes. I can see your soul in them. Don’t hide anything from me. Ever. Especially not if you’re in pain or sad or uncomfortable. Never pretend for me.”

“Why?”

“I’m in love with you. Your pain is my pain. How could I enjoy myself if I’m hurting you?”

The awe and longing in Navid’s face took his breath away. “I promise I’ll always be honest with you,” Navid said, and Zana smiled.

“Thank you, my love.”

He pressed their foreheads together, sensing that Navid needed a moment to process. After a while, Navid’s hand moved on his neck, just a small caress, maybe not even intentional.

“Do you want me to keep touching you?” Zana whispered.

“Yes.”

This time when Zana leaned in, Navid opened his mouth without hesitation and welcomed Zana’s tongue inside. Zana ran his lips and tongue down Navid’s throat and chest. He paused just above