Page 69 of Roman

Danny smiled at him dopily, all his earlier irritation with overbearing vampires gone. What a cutie, taking care of Danny like this.

Roman stared at him for a minute. Danny was more than happy to gaze back at him in turn—he was sohandsome.Roman broke it off when he sighed and moved forward to wrestle Danny’s shirt off his head.

Right, he was supposed to be stripping.

As his shirt came off, the bruise Luc’s hand had left on Danny’s forearm came into view.

Roman tensed at the sight, eyes darkening. “Bastard,” he growled.

“I like the bruises you leave on me much better,” Danny said absently, tilting his head down and tracing one Roman had left on his collarbone with his fingers.

Roman’s muscles remained tense, but his eyes flashed with heat. “I do too,” he said, circling Danny to admire the marks he’d left the last time he’d claimed him. Because that was what sex with Roman always felt like to Danny—a claiming.

Danny shivered at the memory of their last time together. He’d always thought he was relatively vanilla when it came to sex, but something about being marked up and used by Roman ignited a fire in his belly. The bruises even felt like a form of care, in their own way. For Roman to be rough and wild but never seriously hurt Danny with his superior strength. It was passion and control at the same time.

Just like when he bit Danny, drank him in without taking too much, too fast.

So fucking hot.

“Will you still want me as much when you can’t drink from me?” Danny hadn’t known he was going to ask the question until he did. Danny was apparently loose-lipped in general today. And now that he’d brought up being turned by Roman, it seemed like his brain couldn’t turn off thoughts about it.

Maybe he should be more scared of the idea of giving his humanity away, but he was choosing to have faith in Roman, in the truth of their theoretical mating bond. Danny knew his vampire hadn’t always acted perfectly, Luc was proof of that, but Roman had admitted to his mistakes. He was willing to own up to his fear.

That alone meant a lot to Danny. He was so used to avoidance from the people he loved. His mom fighting him every step of the way leading up to her diagnosis. His brother bending over backward to care for Danny without actuallybeing therefor Danny. And here was Roman, answering his questions openly and honestly. Admitting to the bad along with the good.

And Danny knew from experience, both his own and what he’d seen as a nurse, that life couldn’t always be counted on. He could choose his human life, choose dying peacefully of old age, and still get hit by a bus the next day.

He wanted to be brave for once in his life—to choose love and adventure and a chance to experience what the world had to offer.

But he didn’t want anyone else to have to suffer for his decision. The thought of being killed didn’t scare him nearly as much as the thought of killing someone else. Danny had to trust in Roman to be his safety net. Did he have that sort of trust left in him?

Danny was brought back to the moment by the feel of Roman’s warm breath on his shoulder. The vampire had circled closer in his perusal of Danny’s skin and was deftly unbuckling Danny’s pants from behind.

“We’ll have to make up for it, won’t we? Get my fill of you in other ways.” Roman pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Danny’s neck as he relieved him of his pants and underwear. “And haven’t I told you?” He straightened back up to whisper into Danny’s ear, sending a shiver along his spine. “Every part of you is delicious. Not just your blood.”

“Like, which parts?” Danny asked cheekily.

Roman huffed a laugh. “You know very well which parts.”

“Show me.” Danny commanded, tilting his head back against Roman’s shoulder. “Erase Luc’s touch. Help me remember I’m yours.”

Roman complied immediately, dropping with a growl to his knees behind Danny, spreading his cheeks with both broad hands, and tonguing his hole with soft, wet strokes.

Ohh fuck. Danny was melting. A melty little popsicle. A puddle on the floor. Why did Roman’s mouth feel so goddamngood? He’d thought he was too tired to get undressed, let alone get hard, but two seconds of Roman’s magic tongue, and Danny’s flushed cock was bobbing in front of his stomach, leaking generously from the tip.

Danny could feel the slight soreness left over from their last session abating. Ohh right, because Roman’s tongue wasactuallymagic. Healing Danny at the same time as he ate him out. Well, wasn’t Danny just the luckiest duck?

That magic tongue penetrated him, and Danny couldn’t help his long, drawn-out moan. He received a sharp nip on his ass in return. “Quiet,” Roman scolded. “Soren is still here, and he is already in a mood.”

“Don’t care ’bout Soren,” Danny slurred, losing his words as arousal fogged his brain. “No stop. More mouth, please.”

He could feel Roman’s lips curl in a smile against his ass, and then that tongue was back, licking and sucking and just generally making Danny lose his damn mind with pleasure.

He lifted his hand to grab his aching cock, groaning when Roman knocked it away and wrapped his own palm around Danny’s shaft, stroking him fast and rough enough that Danny was coming in under a minute, keening as he emptied himself into Roman’s hand.

Danny looked down and whimpered at the sight of his cum flowing over Roman’s clenched fist.

“So hot,” he whispered, his mind a pleasant, foggy haze.

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