Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“More,” Rowan whispered.
He pulled out his finger and slid two slowly into Rowan, who gasped and licked his lips. He fucked into him, making sure to rub over Rowan’s prostate.
Rowan started writhing on the bed, his hands fisting the bedding.
Ivor added a third finger, dizzy with the realization that Rowan’s body was ready for him. Normally, he’d be turning his partner over about now, but he didn’t want to miss one expression that crossed Rowan’s face. “I can wear a condom, but it’s not needed because of my magic. I will if you want me to.”
Rowan shook his head. “Not if we don’t need one.” He gasped. “Please, I need you.”
He couldn’t resist that plea at all. He slowly withdrew his fingers and moved over Rowan, bringing his legs up high. When he slid his cock inside Rowan, he moaned long and loud. It was like sinking into heaven. It was hot and tight, pleasure snaking up his spine. Rowan had his eyes closed as he adjusted, and Ivor knew what he was feeling. That bite of first pain that moved over into pleasure. He pressed deeper slowly, giving Rowan time to get used to him. His fingers tightened on Rowan’s legs as he resisted the urge to start thrusting hard right away.
Rowan started to thrust up, and Ivor pulled back before sinking deep again.
Rowan moaned, his hips starting to move, pleasure slacking his jaw, signaling this had moved into the realm of pure ecstasy. Ivor began to really move then, his eyes rolling back at the overwhelming joy of making love to someone he felt completely connected to. Rowan’s pleasure filled his mind along with his own, a wave of bliss that scorched him inside and out. He’d never felt anything like it.
Ivor reveled in everything about their sex. The feelings, the sensory overload of scents and sensations. This was not about feeding his magic but being one with someone he truly cared about. Someone made just for him. Just as he was made for Rowan.
His eyes actually watered at the emotions swamping him, and he closed them—but only for a moment. Rowan was too damn beautiful not to watch him being overwhelmed with pleasure. He was gasping, his head rolling on the pillow, his cheeks flushed. Ivor kept thrusting into him, marveling over how perfectly they moved together.
Sweat gathered on his chest and back as he kept up the relentless rhythm.
Rowan’s eyes suddenly shot open wide and glazed over. Seeing how close he was, Ivor let go of one of his legs and reached between them to grasp Rowan’s cock. That touch was all it took to send the man over. His body went taut, sexy noises escaping his mouth—whimpers and cries, then the sexiest grunt ever as he shot cum between them.
Ivor felt every moment of Rowan’s pleasure.
He groaned, picked up the pace of his thrusts as he chased his own orgasm. It swelled through him fast and hard, and he nearly blacked out when he shot his own load into Rowan. Waves of pleasure washed through him, making him suck air into his starving lungs.
He collapsed onto Rowan, loving the smear of Rowan’s release on his skin. Rowan wrapped his arms tight around Ivor, his lips pressing into the hair at Ivor’s temple.
It took several moments for Ivor to come back into reality. He lifted his head, and their eyes locked. Neither had to say anything because he read his own sense of shock returned in Rowan’s gaze. They stayed silent until a small smile curved Rowan’s lips.
“You were right,” he whispered. “That definitely wasn’t bad sex.”
Chapter Twenty
Rowan
They stayed in bed another hour, just kissing and stroking their hands over each other. Ivor had gotten up once to get a warm, wet cloth to clean them up before he’d crawled right back on top of Rowan and just held him. They barely spoke, both stuck in this place of awe because Rowan could tell Ivor was feeling that as well. He didn’t understand how it could be so strong, but he didn’t think it was just his imagination—which was admittedly strong.
There was genuine affection in the way they touched each other, the way the sexier-than-sin incubus looked at him. Hope for something more had sprung in Rowan’s heart because this didn’t feel like a simple affair. This felt deep.
He was in love with Ivor, and Ivor’s every interaction with him certainly made it seem as if he felt the same way.
He ran his hand down Ivor’s back, loving his weight on him and also really enjoying the silk of his skin.
Ivor sighed and kissed his jaw. “I don’t know about you, but food is sounding awfully good about now.”
“I could eat,” Rowan admitted because he’d been ignoring his belly’s need for food. He was just enjoying their closeness so much.