Page 95 of Wicked Heirs

So much artistry.

So much passion.

All those things which he’d had off the table beforehand when he’d seen me as an enemy, and mistakenly as somebody who’d caused hurt to him and his family.

“It’s amazing,” I uttered. “Truly.”

“I’m happy you like it.”

“Not just the art itself, but the fact it’s showing a whole other side to you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, coyly.

“Yes, you smooth bastard.”

He chuckled.

“You’re really something, aren’t you, Phoenix?”

“Right back at you, Nephilim.” He sobered a little and asked me with an air of vulnerability that hit me in the gut, “You think you could stand to be in my presence longer now to see more of it?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then it’s on, firecracker.”

Yes, it certainly was.

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~Orpheus~

Thighs trembling.

Moans spilling forth.

Skin slick with sweat.

Blunt nails digging into my biceps.

Talon was almost delirious with pleasure.

I held him to me as I lounged back on the couch, while I held his firm ass in my hands and swallowed his cock to the root over and over.

Slow and teasing.

Slicking his shaft with my tongue and throat alike.

I tilted my head back further, then used my hold on his ass to slam him down my throat hard.

As he cried out, I didn’t stop, and dropped the sweet and slow torture, eating his cock alive, ramming him down my throat rapid-fire while swirling my tongue.

“Ungh! Fuck!” he cried out, sinking his fingers into my hair and holding on for dear life.

I smiled, his reaction making sharp spikes of pleasure assault my shaft.

It was about to get a whole lot more intense.

Calling my power a little, I lubed my two index fingers, then adjusted my hold on him and pulled his ass open.

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