Page 129 of Blinding Light

Moargan smiled and squeezed his hand, pulling him close to his chest. “Let’s take a look inside your new studio.”

“My new studio?” The words got swept up in the wind as Cyprian ran toward the glass structure. Inside, a small fireplace was lit. Aside from that, everything was white. The walls, the floors. Cyprian peered around him in astonishment. “This is for me?”

“Yes.”

“You gave this to me.” Those mesmerizing eyes landed on Moargan.

“I did.” When Cyprian had clearly run out of words again, he added, “I’d give you the world, but I thought I’d start here. This can be your space.”

“My space.” Cyprian stared back through the glass, but his shoulders shuddered. He was crying, the realization causing unrest in Moargan’s insides. “I’ve never had anything for myself,” Cyprian whispered. “My foster parents gave me thingsfor temporary use, but they always took it back when it suited them.”

“Not this. I promise. This is yours. Look at the stars and planets.” They both peered up and through the glass ceiling.

“They light up like magic,” Cyprian whispered in awe. “It’s so pretty.”

“This is your blank slate,aeon.” Moargan came to stand behind him and pulled his arms around Cyprian’s shoulders. “That’s what this place is. Ready for you to colour it with your life. Your thoughts. Your feelings.”

Moargan’s veins thrummed, the bond tugging at him. When Cyprian turned around in his hold, Moargan pressed their chests firmly together and his lips on his lover’s. Flowers, sweetness, and arousal. He inhaled deeply against Cyprian’s soft mouth, the scent driving him crazy. Then Cyprian growled. The gem on his incisor vibrated with need.

Moargan groaned in response. “Yesss. There he is, myaeon.”

“It’s stronger than I am,” Cyprian remarked bashfully, the words such a delicious contrast to the flare in his eyes.

Moargan smirked. “I told you you were a feline? A wicked, hungry beast. Beauty can be deceiving, and you sure have enough of both. Your teeth are sharp and waiting to slash.” His words drove him wild, cock already straining in his smooth sleep pants, eager to sink into Cyprian’s tight ass. Eager to see how Cyprian took back his life and challenged those who did him wrong.

For the whole world to see.

“I need you to fuck me,” Cyprian murmured in his ear. “No lube. No—I need to feel it. I need the pain.”

Moargan slid down to his knees. “Turn around and lower your pants. Give me that gorgeous ass.”

Cyprian obeyed, mewling when he spread those tight, warm cheeks for Moargan to press his face inside his crease, inhaling greedily.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” Moargan hummed, then stuck out his tongue to lap at the hidden seam, only visible now that his nails dug into Cyprian’s hot flesh.

“Good light,” Cyprian moaned. The rest of his voice was muffled, transformed into a babble of incoherence as he rolled his ass back, craving for more.

Moargan obliged, growling and licking as he speared his tongue deeper into Cyprian’s ass. His hand snaked around his lover’s slender waist, and he grabbed hold of Cyprian’s balls, fondling them in his palm, sending sparks of lust through their bond. Working open Cyprian’s hole with flicks of his tongue, Moargan felt Cyprian’s strength leaving his body. Overtaken by lust after the exhausting day he’d had. “Grab something tight,” he barked.

“There’s nothing here.” Cyprian shuffled forward until he hit the glass panel. Across from them, Zephyr’s night lights and skyscrapers showed off the perfect view to match the vibe. He lifted his hands and grabbed the handles on the windows.

“Good boy.” Moargan got back to his feet and took out his throbbing dick. It was swollen, red, and angry, desperate to enter that sweet hole that fluttered at the first touch. “Relax for me now, lover, because this will hurt.” He pushed inside Cyprian’s wettened hole, the ring muscles clenching and unclenching around his shaft as Cyprian hissed and swore. Moargan groaned. “You didn’t want any lube, remember? You wanted this to hurt.”

“I need to feel you,” Cyprian rasped. He lowered his forehead to the glass panel, arching his long neck beautifully.

Moargan swept Cyprian’s black hair aside, his mouth brushing over that smooth skin until it found the bruise on his lover’s throat. He pressed his teeth around it and Cyprian cried out, bearing down against Moargan’s invasion until he was fully inside.

“Move already,” Cyprian begged, rocking his hips back.

“Look at you, bossing me around.” Moargan loved it. Loved this side of Cyprian, this needy, desperation clinging to him. He needed Moargan, Moargan could feel it. Not just physically.

“When they put me in that prison, with Bekn egging me on, for the shortest of seconds, I feared—” Cyprian let out a moan when he slowly started rolling forward. “I feared you’d be too late. That I would die there, together with your brother.”

“Never.” Moargan’s teeth found the sweet spot once more and they both shivered. The bond thrummed through their veins. “Myaeon,” he whispered. “You know what else that word means? What it truly means when I’m with you?” Moargan rocked in slow, powerful thrusts that made them both moan. “It meansforever. You are mine, forever. My body recognized you before my brain did. My mind formulated the words before I even knew what they fully meant. I will never let you go.”

Cyprian didn’t reply but let out a shuddering sigh.

“You belong to me, lover.”

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