Page 26 of Immortal Burden

As his tongue tangled with mine, matching my intensity, I kept one hand stroking his face reverently, as I reached back with the other and slid my fingers down to his ball sack. I teased the underside with soft, barely-there strokes.

“Lucian!” he cried out in pained need, tearing his mouth from mine.

“So sensitive, so responsive, sorcerer,” I mused, trailing my index finger down to his asshole.

When I began tracing leisurely circles, I felt his cock jerk against mine and a whimper of need spilled from him.

I kept up my erotic torture, bringing him closer to the edge, but not close enough.

Our eyes locked and I saw the awe in his that I could read his body so well, to be able to hold him in such a state. I smiled. It wasn’t merely the perks of being an Ancient, boasting the most attuned senses of any being across the realms. It was the innate understanding, the connection between us that we’d both held off for so long, but which had refused to dissipate, nonetheless. A connection that demanded to be acknowledged, to be explored.

I didn’t just seek to explore it, I wished to intensify it.

I wanted more, more from him, more to what we shared.

And he was in a state to give that to me now.

“Lucian, please,” he gasped, writhing beneath me, trying to grind against my cock and my fingers alike.

I slid my finger inside his ass to the tip, making him squirm in the most delicious way.

“I needed to prepare you.”

“Prepare me?”

I smiled down at him. His naivety with such matters was invigorating, his willingness to give himself over to me even more so.

I’d never come so close to throwing my control to the wayside as I had while in his presence, while touching him, teasing him, and pleasuring him.

For so long, every single act I took had been precise and strategized. I hadn’t wavered from that iron-fisted grip of control and severe routine and procedural for centuries.

Somehow, someway, however, Ryker Morgan flew in the face of all of that.

I twisted my finger inside him, then thrust in and out nice and easy, driving deeper and deeper until I had it buried to the last knuckle.

He cried out in pleasure, further pleas slipping from his lips.

“Mmm,” I murmured, easing my finger from his ass. “There you are. Right there. Primed for my bite.”

His whimpers caught in his throat as I let the demon take me, my face contorting, my fangs dropping.

His pulse spiked, his eyes widened.

Not out of fear.

All I could feel from him was excitement as his body tensed beneath me in anticipation.

I dove on him with a snarl, my fangs scraping the sensitive flesh of his neck, making him shudder for me.

He was panting, squirming beneath me as I breathed him in, letting his scent envelope me, feeling his pulse thrumming through me.

And then I pierced his flesh, my fangs sinking deep.

His nails dug into my biceps.

His breath came in harsh pants.

His pulse skyrocketed.

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