Page 309 of Icy Cold Death

They weren’t their husbands anymore. In the static, Lucian was a powerful psychic, and Ridge was his other half.

There were no rules.

None.

Lucian was taking Ridge and not being merciful. The other man was enjoying it. This was rough sex in the static as they wove a spell around themselves to go deeper.

When the two men moved, Bishop watched as their mouths joined again, and she felt the energy as they kissed.

They were both not there.

It seemed automatic.

“Just keep them safe,” she said as she hoped this was over soon.

She missed her husband.

And wanted him back.

He fucked him.

Lucian held nothing back as Ridge was pinned to the bed by vines and his dick. He was pounding his way into the man, taking his ass in abandon.

The whole time, Ridge was begging and pleading with the man to make him cum.

Lucian wanted to.

Only, it felt so damn good. He was connected to Ridge, and he could see and feel all of his emotions.

The man wanted even more.

He was drinking in that pleasure, gobbling it up with each stroke into his tight ass.

Oh, God! Come on! Make me cum! I need to blow! My balls are screaming!

The man was rubbing against the bedding, and Lucian didn’t want him to cum yet.

He hadn’t found anything in the static to help them solve this case.

He thought about the man being flipped over, and when he blinked, he was.

Ridge looked up at him, panting as if he’d run a marathon.

I need you. Fill me with your cum.

Lucian leaned over him, and the tangle of tongues was so goddamn erotic.

Ridge was trying to climb into his body by way of his mouth. His whole being was covered in goosebumps.

Fuck me more. I need to cum.

Lucian did too.

When he broke the kiss, he stared down into the bound man’s eyes. He was honest.

I’m going to enjoy coming here and having sex with you. I can’t wait to do this every day. Just you and me, with you being my captive.

Ridge moaned.

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