Page 89 of Green Ravens

Zorion shifted his gaze from the sky and looked him in his eyes.

He didn’t have to speak to respond. His pale-green eyes were expressive and spoke a language only Valor understood.

A rustle in the brush pulled his attention away, but he’d already been aware of the presence of his friend before she emerged.

A beast who moved with the same unseen presence as him.

The Persian leopard locked eyes with him, released a soft purr, then settled onto the ground, making herself comfortable.

“I think your friend is jealous,” Zorion murmured, a hint of a smile curving his peach-colored lips.

Valor trailed his fingers along the buttons of Zorion’s tunic, undoing them with deliberate slowness. He pulled one side of the jacket open and dragged his palm down the hard planes of Zorion’s chest.

His delicate skin was marred by faint scars he’d earned over the many months of training.

Valor stared at the healed burns along Zorion’s right shoulder before he lowered his head and pressed gentle kisses against them, tracing the rough path until he nuzzled his cheek.

Zorion shivered. “You always go right for that spot.”

“Because I like them.” He sighed, tasting and nipping, “They’re a part of you. And I can’t help but feel you got them by being brave and fighting. You were victorious, and these are the scars to prove it.”

Zorion moaned.

“And I can’t help but think these scars are a part of me too.” Valor’s breath increased. “Like we were both in that fire.”

“Then where are your burns?” Zorion asked.

Valor took Zorion’s hand and placed it over his heart. “In here.”

After a long, intimate pause, Valor bowed his head until their lips met. The kiss started slow and sensual but wasn’t long before it increased with heat.

Valor shifted, pressing their bodies tighter as he let himself explore more, enjoying every new curve and sculpted muscle of Zorion’s body.

He kissed down the curve of Zorion’s jaw to the strong column of his neck, lingering in the hollow of his throat.

Their movements were unhurried, savored the rare luxury of touch and intimacy in the midst of their strenuous existence.

The last remnants of sunlight surrendered, and the stars appeared as Valor stripped away the barriers between them.

Their bodies fit together as naturally as breathing. Every gasp, every whispered devotion increased in intensity until the tension was wrapped so tight between them he could no longer hold back.

He covered Zorion, their limbs tangling and bodies slicked from the moisture drifting in the air from the waterfall.

Zorion’s breath was hot against his chin, his nails raking down his back as he kissed him until he was gasping for air.

Valor’s patience was waning. It’d been almost three weeks since he’d been inside Zorion. He hardly smelled like him. A problem he’d soon rectify.

He reached over, grabbed the bottle of oil from his pants pocket, and squeezed a generous amount onto his cock.

Zorion spread his legs wide, grasping Valor’s hips as if he needed him just as much.

With raw, unrestrained power, Valor turned Zorion over and covered his body, grinding his cock into him until the smooth glide of his dick between Zorion’s muscular ass cheeks had him seconds from exploding.

“Rio,” he groaned, lining himself up and praying he’d last more than two minutes.

He sank inside in one fluid motion until his groin was pressed so tight against Zorion’s ass it sent shockwaves down his body until his toes curled.

“Fuck.” Zorion groaned, lifting his ass higher. “Val, I need you so much.”

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