Page 102 of Always Eros

“What’s this?” I ask.

“This is one of the ways I often get inspiration.” Eros tilts his head back to gaze at the sky. “The stars whisper their stories to me, and I listen, translating them to simple words of love and longing for something I thought didn’t exist.”

He turns his gaze back to me, brushing my hair from my face.

“But it does exist. You’re here, Justice. You found me.”

“Technically, you found me—” I press our chests together, looping my arms around his neck. “—in so many ways. I love you, Eros, and I’m so happy. I thought all I wanted was a simple, normal life like other people had, but I can’t imagine that now. I want this life with you. Whatever that looks like, I’m here for it.”

Eros cups my face, his smile serene and stunning. “Then I am a happy man.”

As he closes his lips over mine, he pulls us to the ground, laying me on top of him. The kisses are slow but heated, and that new tingle starts up again, spreading through me like wildfire, lighting up my nerves. My body responds by elongating my fangs, my nails, and swelling my cock with urgent need. I’ve always been a horny guy, but this is next level.

“Give in to it,” Eros whispers against my lips. “Let your beast out. You’re safe with me.”

I bite into his bottom lip, getting just a few droplets of sweet blood, and it has an effect like letting a ravenous lion out of a cage.

I break the kiss, sitting up enough to pull my shirt over my head. Eros chuckles beneath me, getting his shirt off too. Faced with his flawless skin, I attack, biting and sucking marks all over his skin. Eros moans and bucks his hips into me, making it clear how hard he is for me.

I move down his body, desperately trying to quell the fire in my belly, but the more of him I have, the more of him I want. I tug his linen pants open, moaning when I unleash his cock, and close my mouth over it. My technique is shit, but hopefully passion makes up for that. Eros seems to be enjoying himself.

Sweet precum floods my mouth, drawing my own cock to leak as my hole clenches. Eros lifts his hips and I yank his pants off. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his, but instead of a kiss, he flicks his tongue over my lips.

“I want you inside me, Justice.”

“Oh fuck,” I moan as shivers run through me and my gums throb.

Eros grins, unbuttoning my jeans and reaching in to rub my erection. “It’s been… a thousand years. I want to feel you.”

“A thousand years?”

He chuckles. “A few decades, at least.” His grin fades. “I don’t trust easily, but I know my heart is safe with you. You have all of me, my love. Every part.” His eyes glow brighter as he reveals his fangs to me. “So take me, darling.”

“I-I don’t know how.”

“Instinct will guide you.” He pushes me back gently so that I’m lying on the blanket. “Besides, I’m hardly a passive bottom.”

I giggle at that, but the sound is broken as Eros pulls my jeans off and strokes my sticky cock.

“Gods, your scent,” he whispers. “There is nothing better.”

He straddles me, rubbing his ass against my erection. The head catches his rim as I slip between his cheeks, and I moan. “Oh fuck.”

Eros smiles down at me, helping the process as he guides my cock to breach him. The tightness and heat inside him takes my breath away, and I’m frozen for a few seconds while my brain tries to get back online.

Eros grips my arms, pulling me up to a seated position as he sinks completely down my length. The sound he releases is like the prettiest song, the look on his face priceless. We sit like that, unmoving and gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Good, right?” he asks.

“Way beyond good.”

His fingers wrap around the back of my neck. “Now fuck me, my love. Let your beast out and he will show you how it’s done.”

I blow out a breath, embracing the tingle moving through me. Sliding my hands up his back, I grip his shoulders and begin to move my hips, slowly at first, but then something seems to take over me, and I let loose.

Eros grins, pulling us both until he’s on his back and I’m poised between his legs, slamming into his body with a force that shouldn’t be possible. The strength coursing through me is wild, but I know I can’t hurt Eros.

He drags long nails down my chest, drawing blood from wounds that heal instantly. With his legs wrapped around my waist, he keeps our bodies locked together, and I lose myself in the incredible tightness of his ass.

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