Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
They peeled off their clothes in silence.
Ripped fabric fell to the floor. Burned edges, bloodstains, gunpowder smears—every piece shucked carried remnants of the war they’d just fought…and won.
Naked, they stood in front of each other, the low light tracing muscles chiseled by training, marred by scars, made animal-like by DNA that wasn’t their own.
Zorion’s breath hitched when their eyes met. “Still standing,” he said, his voice gravelly and dripping with heat.
Valor closed the distance until their chests touched, the air between them growing hot and electric.
Without another word, he walked them backward into the shower, steam curling around them like fog on a field at dawn. Water cascaded over them in thick, hot sheets from the overhead jets.
The instant the almost scalding water hit his skin, he groaned, not from pain, but release.
The heat soaked into his bones, drawing out the tension and rage he’d harnessed during the fight.
Valor reached for Zorion.
He pressed him back to the tiled wall.
He touched his cherished everywhere, tracing along his collarbone, across his firm pecs, and down the ridges of his abdomen.
He moved slowly, deliberately, like he was memorizing him all over again.
He dragged his lips down wet skin, tasting salt, soap, and primal power.
Valor gripped Zorion’s jaw and guided his face up until he met his soft green eyes. He captured his mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
They collided with hunger, and as their lips parted, Valor slid his tongue inside. It was authority, surrender, worship, and wildness, all tangled into breathless gasps and long groans.
Zorion spun them and sank to his knees. A sensual energy surged through him at seeing his man in such a submissive posture.
Zorion dug his thumbs into Valor’s hips, trailing kisses along his groin until his pretty lips wrapped around the base of his shaft.
“Fuck, Rio.”
Zorion’s name became a low moan that got lost in the steam.
Wet slickness slid over his cockhead and up and down his length in a way that made his spine lock. He dropped his head back until it hit the wall and exhaled a ragged breath at how fast his orgasm was cresting.
Zorion sucked hard on the head of his cock as he gazed up at him with eyes so full of desire.
Valor wove his hands into Zorion’s long white-blond hair.
The moment swelled, intimate and pressing.
Valor yanked Zorion onto his feet. He didn’t want his seed in his Zorion’s mouth. He wanted it elsewhere.
He turned Zorion around. The puma in him awakened as he grazed his teeth along the side of Zorion’s throat, raking his nails over wet skin.
He pulled a bottle of shower oil from the multitude of products provided for them and bent Zorion forward until he was folded in half.
He slathered his cock before shoving two oil-slicked fingers deep into Zorion’s ass, the sharp grunt of pleasure sending thrills to his groin.
His dick throbbed as if the adrenaline from the war was still pumping in his veins.
He pushed inside in one long drive until his pelvis was flush against Zorion’s ass.
“Goddammit,” he groaned. “Why do you do this to me every time, Rio?”
Valor snapped his hips, stiff and fast, their bodies moving with rhythm and desperation as Zorion met him thrust for thrust.
“Harder, cherished…harder.”
Valor growled low in his throat.
Steam billowed as the pounding of the water on their skin and their cries of ecstasy melded into one sound.
They climaxed together, shuddering, Valor holding on to Zorion’s hips so tightly he left deep nail marks.
When he was empty and sated, he eased out of Zorion’s body and pulled him close, their chests heaving, his forehead pressed against Zorion’s pulse.
“I could die just like this,” Zorion whispered.
Valor bit into the junction of Zorion’s neck. “You’re not allowed to die.”
They kissed again, slower this time. Lingering. The kind of kiss reserved for the one who knew him inside and out, bones and beast.
When he regained feeling in his legs, he led them out of the shower. With towels cinched tight around their waists, Valor nodded toward a set of glass doors.
“Let’s check out this decompression room. Hmm.”
Zorion nodded, his body still thrumming so fiercely Valor could feel it.
Chief Styles Sawyer
Zorion
They walked through a set of frosted doors with the words Greens Den etched into it.
Once inside, the door closed behind them with a soft click, and the room became another world.
Zorion’s gaze swept over the vast space.
The low lighting shifted to the color of warm amber.
The faint sound of trickling water whispered from the recessed stream along the far wall.
Zorion inhaled the scent of moss, wet stone, and clean air as his pulse began to slow the farther he walked.
He stared at the vertical garden wall, the live greenery crawling up a tall trellis. He ran his hand along the damp, cold moss that gave under his touch. It grounded him as the anxiousness in his chest began to fade.