Page 66 of Honeythorn
Raphael laughed loudly as Milan pulled the cup away. “You are a child.”
“Youare a child.”
Raphael rolled his eyes and used his sleeve to wipe at Milan’s face. “You have a ring of chocolate on you,” he explained.
They were sitting close on piled cushions stuffed with goose feathers, the fire flickering not far from them. Milan looked up at Raphael as he started stroking Milan’s face softly.
“Do I have a bit of chocolate there too?” Milan whispered.
“Yes.” Raphael looked at him steadily before leaning down and kissing Milan softly where his fingers had just been. “And here,” he said, kissing him again. “And here.”
Milan closed his eyes, letting Raphael cover his skin in gentle, dry kisses, which ended deeply on his mouth. They set their empty cups aside blindly as Milan parted his lips, feeling an ache in the pit of his stomach.
He had never wanted anything so much.
Strong arms wrapped around Milan and, instinctively, he moved to straddle Raphael’s lap.
“Please,” Milan whispered.
Milan ran his hands through Raphael’s dark hair, rising on his knees as if to get closer. Their tongues pushed together, mouths gasping even as they kissed. He felt completely captured, wrapped and shielded in Raphael’s arms.
Milan made a small, mewling noise, and then sat back down, moaning loudly as his trapped cock rubbed against Raphael’s. Raphael made an answering sound and Milan wanted him to make it again, and again, and again. He undulated his body so that their cocks would press and rub together, the kiss turning desperate and wet, and then—
Milan gasped. His breath froze in his lungs as the bond was left completely open. He couldfeelRaphael—all of him. The fire of his lust and affection. Milan trembled. It was unbearably beautiful to feel cared for like that. Toknow, beyond any doubt, that someone was feeling such warmth for you, and wanted you to feel it too.
“Raphael. Raphael, Raphael,” Milan pleaded.
“What do you want?” Raphael’s voice was hoarse, a rasp against Milan’s throat.
“Can you…I want you inside me,” Milan whispered.
Raphael’s arms tightened around him, making their cocks press together, still confined by supple leather. Despite Raphael’s reaction, Milan wanted to make sure.
“If we’re going too fast—if you want something else…”
Raphael shook his head. “This is…I didn’t know it was supposed to feel like this.” Raphael looked at Milan with wonder in his face. “I can feel you inside me. I can feel…it has never felt like this.”
A light brightened and burst within Milan. He kissed Raphael softly, wanting to convey in that touch everything he knew the bond was already saying, but their mouths could not stay gentle for long.
When neither of them could tolerate being without bare skin any longer, they struggled out of their clothes, taking far too much time as they could barely stand to be parted for long.
Milan could feel himself getting wet, and he pressed his legs together for a moment, shuddering as his cheeks clenched against the ache that had built inside him. Gently, Raphael pulled him towards him again, and Milan couldn’t keep his eyes off Raphael’s cock even as he straddled him.
He had seen it before, of course, but it had been different then. Raphael had been a stranger, and now he was…Raphael. His husband. His bonded.
The man he loved.
Milan ran his fingers up the long, thick length. Even that slight touch made it twitch, and Milan pressed his thumb against the slick head.
Raphael groaned loudly, resting his forehead on Milan’s shoulder.
Milan spread the wetness down and then squeezed Raphael’s cock slightly before his hand started moving in a teasing rhythm. He watched, entranced, as Raphael’s hips twitched upwards, both trying and restraining himself from picking up the pace.
The slit of Raphael’s cock beaded with drops that trickled down his long shaft and Milan couldn’t help himself. He scooted backwards slightly, Raphael raising his head just in time to see Milan lick the head of his cock.
A wave of visceral pleasure coursed through Milan at Raphael’s full-bodied shudder. Milan widened his lips—he just wanted Raphael’s cock inside him, in whatever way possible.
He shifted so that he was on his bended knees in between Raphael’s spread legs. The scent of Alpha, of Raphael and him, was thick in the air. It made Milan dizzy, made his mouth water, made himhungry.
