Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,56

I’ve read about intense heats. I could be unconscious for entire heat waves, but it’s not dangerous. My heart is healthy, and my blood pressure is normal. Please, Zana.”

Zana sighed. He would have to spell it out. “I don’t want you to stress about getting pregnant, Navid. We will find a solution. I swear.”

“I’m not stressing.” Navid smiled and kissed the center of Zana’s chest. “When you breach me, my womb becomes this ball of throbbing warmth, and when you spill into it, the warmth explodes, and it spreads through me, wave upon wave of the most delicious pleasure you could imagine. And it exhausts me, yes. But it’s ecstasy, Zana. Please keep breeding me. I can feel your cum in there now, and it’s like nothing can hurt me. I can’t be sad or upset when it’s in me. It’s miraculous.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Zana searched Navid’s eyes. “I can’t deny you if it makes you happy.”

“It does.”

He shuffled higher up Zana’s body and kissed him. Zana ran his hands from Navid’s ass cheeks to his shoulders and back down.

“Come. You need to eat.”

Navid pecked his lips once more and rolled off him. He sat up and stretched his back. His movements were slow, languorous; his posture and facial expressions all screamed heat. He was so beautiful. Zana stared as Navid brushed his hands down his chest, over his puffy nipples and swollen belly. He licked his lips and squinted into the light streaming through the window. Then he met Zana’s eyes.

“What is it?” he asked, a half smile curving his mouth.

Zana’s heart picked up at the sight. “You’re breathtaking.”

Navid flushed, and his eyelashes fluttered.

“I feel good. I didn’t think I would. I like how mellow I am, tired but happy. My brain is a bit foggy, though.”

“You must be hungry.”

“Oh, yes. I’m ravenous. Do we have eggs?”

Zana grinned.

After Navid had eaten eggs with bacon, he took a nap. He remained naked, since clothes bothered his oversensitive skin. Zana had thought he’d go downstairs and talk to Amid in person, but he couldn’t make himself leave the bedroom. He needed to stay close to Navid. His pheromone-saturated brain wouldn’t allow him to step out the door while Navid was alone and defenseless.

He called Amid from the bedroom phone, planning food for the next few days. Fruit and nutritional drinks for Navid, sandwiches and soup for himself. He spoke quietly, as far away from Navid’s sleeping form as the phone cable allowed, and Navid didn’t stir.

With that sorted, he could finally lie down and hold his treasure. Navid’s heat had tied him to his husband even more, and he sensed it wasn’t only temporary. Navid had opened up to him. He’d opened up to himself, getting to know himself and his urges. And by being more accepting of his basic instincts, he became happier, calmer from within. The subtle change was glorious to witness. Zana had joked he’d corrupted Navid by teaching him passion. But he believed he’d set Navid free.

When Navid woke up, he pushed on Zana’s shoulders and straddled his hips. He looked self-assured when he impaled himself on Zana’s erection. He leaned back, circling his hips until Zana’s cockhead slipped into the channel to his womb. He stilled, breathing harshly.

“I love you, my sun.” He thrust a few times, tweaking his nipples with his fingers. “I need you.”

“Then use me. Do whatever you want.”

For the first time ever, Navid smirked. One corner of his mouth lifted, and he narrowed his eyes playfully. And then he moved.

All the demons in hell! Zana was drugged with passion at the sight and the feeling of Navid using him. Navid rolled his hips sensually, fucking himself on Zana’s cock, trying different angles and rhythms, and his erection smacked Zana’s belly, drops of thick white seed splattering around. He pulled on his nipples, then licked his fingers and teased the small nubs with wet fingertips. And the sounds he made. The breeding orgasm made Navid’s voice deeper, more guttural, and so sexy.

Zana lost his short battle. His knot swelled, and his seed filled Navid’s womb. Navid cried out with the breeding and rutted against Zana’s hips. His head fell back, and he pinched his abused nipples. The last few drops of cum pearled at the tip of his shaft, and Zana caught them with his fingertips. He licked them, and the taste sent an aftershock through his knot.

As soon as Zana caressed his back, Navid slumped in his arms and fell