Page 83 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“Fine, I want the whole romantic you-on-top-of-me thing,” Brinley decided and reluctantly released his hold on Heathcliff so he could roll onto his back.
“Good because I love you and I already told you this needs to be special.”
“I love you too. You’re my world. Now, get your fangs in me.”
Brinley raised his ass. He loved the way Heathcliff clasped his hip as he shuffled into place. Brinley’s lashes slipped closed as he enjoyed the stretch of Heathcliff entering him. His phoenix wasn’t a small man, and Brinley couldn’t wait until Heathcliff filled him. But he had to find every store of patience as Heathcliff moved slowly, gently forward.
It was beautiful to feel so cherished, but Brinley was teetering on the edge of his control. Brinley breathed out and grinned as the head of Heathcliff’s cock made it past the first barrier of his body. That must’ve encouraged Heathcliff. The man slid in a fraction faster, and Brinley grabbed his biceps in what he hoped was an encouraging manner but was probably more of a death grip.
Their eyes locked, and Brinley blew him an air kiss. Stamped on Heathcliff’s face was fierce concentration and a love Brinley intended to make enduring. Heathcliff kept his gaze on Brinley as he finally bottomed out.
Brinley yanked Heathcliff down so he could hold him close. Their lips met, but there was no urgency. Heathcliff languidly swept his tongue in, and Brinley met him stroke forstroke. A second later, Brinley could barely get air in his lungs. Heathcliff pulled out, then plunged into Brinley. A heartbeat later, he was fucking Brinley in short fast strokes that dragged the mage right back to the edge of madness.
It was glorious.
The time for restraint was gone. Heathcliff made love to Brinley like a man possessed. Brinley jerked his hips, matching the phoenix in enthusiasm and speed. The room filled with the slapping of their skin and their moans of approval.
Brinley was holding on to his sanity, and his balls were pulled up tight against him. Everything inside him demanded that he come, and no one was even touching his dick. He didn’t need it. Heathcliff’s cock was pounding into his prostate. Brinley wouldn’t last long. Trying to urge Heathcliff on however he could, Brinley tilted his head to the side to give the man space to bite.
As if reading his mind, Heathcliff dragged his tongue up Brinley’s neck above his new necklace. Heathcliff sunk his fangs into the tender skin. The world shifted on its axis. Brinley may have yelled. His body shook as his seed burst forth and painted Heathcliff’s belly. A warm essence filled his channel, telling him Heathcliff had also found fulfillment.
But their orgasms hardly mattered.
All Brinley could focus on was the image of his soul merging fully with Heathcliff’s. Flame to flame. Fire mage to phoenix. They were no longer two entities, but mates in every sense of the world.
Brinley held Heathcliff tight as tears leaked from his eyes.
“I love you,” Heathcliff growled into Brinley’s ear.
“I love you too,” Brinley replied, feathering his fingers through his other half’s iridescent hair. “I’m going to take such damn good care of your heart.”
“I know you will. You can trust me to do the same.”
“I already do.”
Happy to pretend that he never had to let Heathcliff go, Brinley held him close and thanked Fate for bringing Heathcliff into his life. The Brynewielm Duke was a fantasy come to life, and Brinley was the luckiest mage in the world.
