Page 80 of Green Ravens

Valor grazed his teeth over Zorion’s shoulder. “You feel so damn good,” he murmured, his voice husky.

Zorion arched his back. “You do too.”

Valor reached around and slid his hand lower, his touch teasing, testing.

Zorion released a sharp breath, tightening his grip until his nails dug into his skin. The warmth of the water was nothing compared to the heat radiating between them.

“I have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had sex,” Valor whispered. “But I know it’s gonna be hard for me to take my time.”

“Then don’t, Val.”

He gripped Zorion’s chin and turned him, capturing the sweet lips he’d become addicted to.

The way Zorion pushed his ass back, his round cheeks gliding so sensually against his cock, made restraint damn near impossible.

He bent Zorion forward until his chest was resting on the smooth stones. He widened his stance as he pulled one of his ass cheeks to the side and touched the head of his cock against his hole.

His dick was wet and slippery enough from the bath oils that it eased inside with little resistance. He paused, his control wavering.

“You good, baby?”

Zorion’s hard body felt so good in his arms, but he wanted this to be perfect. He wanted to give Zorion so much pleasure their lovemaking would be all he could think about.

“Yes,” he moaned, pushing back and swallowing his cock inch by agonizing inch.

Valor brushed his lips over Zorion’s ear, biting down on his lobe, his voice rough and barely audible.

“Fuck, shit.” He groaned. “Rio, baby.”

“Harder, make me feel you.”

Zorion’s begging, his submissive posture, was too much. Valor snapped his hips forward and buried himself all the way.

The constriction was strong enough to make his fucking eyes cross.

He clutched Zorion’s hips with both hands and set a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back inside.

Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as they lost themselves in each other, their moans echoing through the steam, their bodies writhing, pulses racing, the pleasure cresting and making them shake as he clung to this moment, to this feeling.

Zorion rose upward, extending his arms, and Valor shoved his palm in the center of his back and pushed him back down, quickening the pace.

“Dammit, Valor,” Zorion grunted, throwing his ass back at him, meeting his drive.

“Stay down,” he growled. “I want you taking all of me.”

A primal need to dominate Zorion overtook him, something feral coursing through him as the sound of wet skin slapping pulsed in his ears.

The pressure was building, heat simmering in his core, as he ran his hands along Zorion’s spine until he was clutching his shoulders and slamming him into him.

“I’m gonna come so fuckin’ hard,” Zorion confessed. Zorion’s moan was guttural as his breath hitched and his body shook, his ass squeezing him so tight he lost his stride.

He rested his forehead against the back of Zorion’s neck, nipping at his hot skin before he bit down.

“Yes,” Zorion keened.

Valor’s control was unraveling fast.

Zorion was so warm, slick, and perfect around him. His voice was strained, his moans becoming desperate.

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