Page 93 of Burning Ice
Mirel nodded.
“Words.”
“Y-yes.” Mirel’s gaze met his, one ember eye smoldering while the other was pale and glazed with frost. His cheeks flushed, lips parted as he took in small puffs of air.
“Then moan for me, my bonded.” Kylix replaced his fingers with his cock. He didn’t slow down, just thrust inside with one hungry move. Mirel cried out, hips jerking, the rest of the tiganos forgotten.
“Good Light. Oh, fuck…”
“That’s right, little one. Now, ride your man. You’re the one in control.” That wasn’t true, but Kylix loved the way Mirel’s fear gave way to desire. Both drove him to thrust up harder, finding the rhythm that made Mirel break apart.
“Need you.” Mirel rocked faster, moaning as he tried to keep up with his own brutal pace.
“I know what you need.” Kylix’s hands gripped his waist, pushing him down, deeper.
Mirel howled.
Kylix smiled. “You want more, baby boy? Did I just hit you in the right spot?”
Mirel’s eyes flashed, both now blue, wide and iced. “Y-yes.”
Kylix moved faster, driving deeper, spurred on by the helpless sounds spilling from Mirel’s throat.
“That’s it, baby. That’s you begging. You beg so beautifully. You want me to stroke your cock, Mirel? You want me to make you come?”
Mirel trembled and nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Kylix grinned, teeth itching with the feral need to conquer. “Please, Kylix. Please,amano.”
Kylix stilled at the word. His chest filled with something sharp that burst into a thousand pieces, lifting him. Anything, he thought. “Anything, baby. For you.”
He grabbed Mirel’s cock, flushed and wet at the tip, and matched the rhythm of their thrusts. Mirel’s moans grew louder, each movement rougher, until Kylix couldn’t look away. He wanted to see it all, the desire, the frost in his eyes, the hunger that mirrored his own.
“My Dariux boy. Come for me.”
Kylix stroked faster, swiping the slick over his thumb and using it to lube his shaft. Sweat prickled at his temples, but he didn’t care. He wanted all of him.
When Mirel came, he was tipped over the edge. His orgasm ripped through him, making his toes curl and his head tip back. He howled, stunned by the intensity, then smiled when Mirel collapsed on top of him, panting, sweating, wet and laughing.
“I was that good, hmm?”
“You are arrogant.” Mirel dropped a kiss on his mouth.
“And I always speak the truth.”
“Maybe. And maybe not.”
“Here. Let me clean us.” Kylix grabbed the tissues and cleaned up their releases. Then he looked up. “Why are we not driving?”
A nervous cough. “We’ve arrived, sir. About half an hour ago.”
The driver didn’t look back.
“And you waited,” Kylix said dryly.
