Page 7 of Fleshbound
“Evonium’s not real,” Quill argued.
“Tis a dream. Nothing’s real here.”
Quill chuckled, lifting his gaze to Corven, sensing the lie in those words. Because of the glow in his eyes, there was justenough sunlight left that Quill could see the man’s face in the darkness, though the full moon overhead and the fireflies helped, too.
Corven leaned back on his haunches and scanned Quill’s body, his eyes growing half lidded.
Peeking lower, Quill saw the girthy shaft bobbing in front of his dream lover and gasped.
“A wonae harm ye.”
Quill sensed truth in that, yet there was more than one way to cause harm. “It’s but a dream.”
“Aye,”Corven whispered, his brows knitting together again.
Quill didn’t want to think about the potential for subterfuge. He was too far gone, wrapped in whatever spell Corven had managed to weave around him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Corven’s. He gasped at the intoxicating feel of a man’s lips on his after so long. Corven’s hands lifted to cradle his head and neck, and he deepened the kiss.
Corven’s kisses should’ve been outlawed. They were sweet. Just the right amount of firmness without being too aggressive. His tongue, which might or might not have been slightly forked, warred with Quill’s, hungry for what came next.
“Aye, ye dae that so well. I’ve never kissed another so lusty for ma debauchery.”
“So shut up and kiss me more.”
Corven chuckled and leaned in for another kiss.
Quill was soon drunk on those kisses and willing to do nearly anything to feel Corven against him. When Corven moved down his body, trailing his wicked tongue, he stiffened, sure he might come the second he was touched inthatspot.
Corven wrapped a hand around his hard shaft and somehow, he didn’t come apart at the seams.
“Oh, ma, ye're a beauty. Long enough for ma hand an tongue together. Tis a perfect cock it is.”
Quill’s face flushed at the praise. He leaned back in the grass and looked to the sky as Corven licked the length of it. When Corven reached the head, Quill’s back arched off the ground.
“So needy,” Corven whispered. “Do I let ye come quick… or slow?”
Quill slid the fingers of both hands down his chest and abdomen. “Quick… please. It’s been too long.”
A wicked smile crossed Corven’s face. “Slow it tis.”
Quill’s head fell back again, a moan tearing from his lips as Corven suckled him to the back of his throat. He threaded his fingers in Corven’s raven locks and attempted to quicken the onslaught, but the man refused his urging. Over and over, Corven brought him to the edge, only to pinch the base of Quill’s cock and balls, robbing him of any release.
“No yet, ma love,” he said repeatedly, kisses the inside of Quill’s thigh as he trembled with mounting need. “Yer doin so well, laddie. Such a good boy.”
The second Quill felt a wet finger press against his puckered hole, he gasped, contracting as a result.
“Open for me,” Corven whispered after allowing Quill’s cock to pop from his lips.
Quill relaxed against the intrusion. “It’s been too long.”
Corven lifted the hand from Quill’s hole and waved it in a circle above them. A swirl of magic twisted around his palm just before he lowered it.
“What are you doing?” Quill asked, tensing.
“Openin ye up,” Corven purred.
He pressed his fingers back in place. Two sank into him with ease as his channel opened for the man. Quill moaned as they sank deeper and deeper within him.
He recaptured Quill’s cock with his lips, suckling it down as he stroked in and out with those two fingers.
