Page 45 of Roman

“What-What you said before,” Danny moaned. “In the car. Say it again.”

“I am yours,” Roman purred.

Danny was panting now, his bare, leaking cock pressed against Roman’s stomach, and he couldn’t help but move his hips, desperate for some friction. One of Roman’s hands traveled from Danny’s waist to his ass, and then his finger was pressing lightly against Danny’s hole.

He whimpered. He couldn’t help it.

“Please,” he begged.

“Please what, little king?”

“Bite me.”

Roman snarled—literally snarled—and the hand not on Danny’s ass reached up and grasped the front of Danny’s neck, firm but not harsh, Roman clearly conscious of his own strength.

He tilted Danny’s head to the side. Danny shivered. Apparently they were going with the classic bite locale this time, and he couldn’t wait.

He watched as Roman’s eyes went black.

And then Danny’s entire body was singing as Roman bit into him. The tingles spread from his neck down to every part of him. He felt his balls tighten and his cock leak even more.

Why did this feel so fucking good?

Danny guessed Roman didn’t need much, having already fed on him that week, and it wasn’t long before the vampire lifted his head, eyes black and lips bloody.

“Mine,” he snarled, black eyes fierce.

“Yes. I’m yours,” Danny answered breathlessly. It was true, like it or not. But hedidlike it. Knowing he belonged to this deadly being.

And then Danny was being manhandled onto the bed, Roman lying on top of him. His eyes were blue again, but his pupils were blown, and Danny could just barely tell they weren’t vampire black all the way through.

“Mine,” Roman repeated, as if to verify that Danny knew he belonged to them both, demon and man.

“Yours,” Danny agreed. “Show me. Make me feel it.”

And then Roman was smiling at him, and the sight took Danny’s breath away. The vampire started kissing down Danny’s body, stopping to lave his nipples with his tongue, leaving Danny trembling. Who knew his body was this sensitive?

It had never felt like this before, not with anyone else.

Roman pointedly ignored Danny’s flushed, hard cock on his journey down, kissing and licking the insides of Danny’s thighs instead.

He tortured Danny that way for what felt like forever before strong hands gripped the backs of Danny’s thighs and lifted them, folding him practically in half and pressing him against the mattress.

And then Roman’s tongue was at Danny’s hole, and he was licking and kissing and sucking him there.

Danny gave a piercing cry, his entire body shaking from Roman’s ministrations. “Ohhhh my God. Fuck. Fuck-fuck. Roman. Please.”

“Why does every part of you taste so sweet?” Roman growled against him, removing his tongue and pressing the tip of his finger inside Danny’s entrance.

“Please, Roman. Please. Fuck me. Please.” Danny couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by his own begging.

“I intend to,” Roman promised. “Where is your lube, little king?”

Danny’s brain had shut off completely. “I don’t—what? I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

Danny yelped as Roman swatted his ass lightly. “I am not going to break you out of carelessness, lovely mate. Lube.”

Right. No breaking Danny. That was good thinking. “Bedside drawer.”

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