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and material tore as Preston made short work of his outfit. Layton
didn’t even know where his mate’s shoes landed because a few
moments later, Preston was on him, pressing their mouths together,
and technicalities ceased to matter.
With their lips still fused, Preston helped Layton out of his jeans.
At last, they were both naked, skin to skin, rubbing against each other, seeking the pleasure they could only find through their bond. Layton didn’t know how he could have ever doubted the identity of his mate.
It seemed so obvious now, and the relief just added to the pleasure he felt at Preston’s touch.
Preston’s tongue made love to Layton’s mouth, wildly, sweetly,
taking and giving. His hands roamed over Layton’s skin, mapping
every inch of him, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Layton could only surrender to his mate’s masterful touch. He wrapped his arms
around Preston’s neck, pulling the other man closer.
They only broke apart to breathe, and then the kisses and the
touches started all over again. At one point, Preston decided tasting Layton’s mouth was not enough and proceeded to explore the rest of
Layton’s body with his tongue.
He sucked on Layton’s Adam’s apple, seemingly finding great
enjoyment in licking across the hollow of his neck. All the while, his hands never stopped kneading, touching, loving. Every caress
appeared to be engineered to drive Layton crazy.
Lower down Preston went, until he reached Layton’s nipples.
When Preston’s mouth enclosed around the tight buds, Layton pushed
up, arching against Preston with a silent cry. Preston chuckled, and the light vibration only served to augment the pleasure. Layton’s skin was engulfed by flame, a hotter one than could ever burn in the
fireplace. If Preston didn’t claim him soon, he’d certainly die.
Preston’s tongue traveled from his nipples over his abdomen until
it hovered over Layton’s prick. Instead of going where Layton most
wanted him, though, Preston bypassed Layton’s cock and buried his
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53
nose in Layton’s pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, as if he couldn’t get enough of Layton’s scent.
Layton’s entire body trembled with the effort to remain still. But
as Preston started mouthing Layton’s balls, it was getting increasingly hard to maintain his resolve. Preston’s teasing licks swept over
Layton’s wrinkled sac, and Layton writhed on the fur rug, the slight, artificial hairs rubbing against his oversensitized skin.
And then, all of a sudden, Preston took Layton’s cock in his
mouth. Throughout the past weeks, Layton had relived his first time
with Preston often until he’d almost begun to believe that he was
embellishing reality, and it couldn’t have been that good. It was
better. Now that Layton had truly accepted Preston as his mate, his
heart opened up to all the pleasure Preston offered. He thought that he could almost feel Preston’s pleasure, so close, yet so far away, just like his own orgasm.
His mate tortured him, the sensual suction a delicious agony.
Layton hovered over the precipice of an amazing climax, his gaze
fixed on the sinful sight of Preston bobbing his head up and down,
when the wet heat around his prick vanished.
Preston shot to his feet and rushed away from him. Dazed, Layton
couldn’t quite figure out what was going on, and he experienced a
brief moment of fear when he actually thought Preston had changed
his mind. However, that panic faded when Preston returned to him,
carrying a tube of lubricant.
Preston dropped on the furs, his grin all but feral. “Come here,
lovely.”
The temptation to obey was very strong, but as much as Layton
would have liked to let his mate devour him, the urgency inside him
didn’t allow it. Layton snatched the lubricant from Preston, finding secret satisfaction when his mate’s eyes widened. He pushed Preston
down and
Scarlet Hyacinth
and material tore as Preston made short work of his outfit. Layton
didn’t even know where his mate’s shoes landed because a few
moments later, Preston was on him, pressing their mouths together,
and technicalities ceased to matter.
With their lips still fused, Preston helped Layton out of his jeans.
At last, they were both naked, skin to skin, rubbing against each other, seeking the pleasure they could only find through their bond. Layton didn’t know how he could have ever doubted the identity of his mate.
It seemed so obvious now, and the relief just added to the pleasure he felt at Preston’s touch.
Preston’s tongue made love to Layton’s mouth, wildly, sweetly,
taking and giving. His hands roamed over Layton’s skin, mapping
every inch of him, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Layton could only surrender to his mate’s masterful touch. He wrapped his arms
around Preston’s neck, pulling the other man closer.
They only broke apart to breathe, and then the kisses and the
touches started all over again. At one point, Preston decided tasting Layton’s mouth was not enough and proceeded to explore the rest of
Layton’s body with his tongue.
He sucked on Layton’s Adam’s apple, seemingly finding great
enjoyment in licking across the hollow of his neck. All the while, his hands never stopped kneading, touching, loving. Every caress
appeared to be engineered to drive Layton crazy.
Lower down Preston went, until he reached Layton’s nipples.
When Preston’s mouth enclosed around the tight buds, Layton pushed
up, arching against Preston with a silent cry. Preston chuckled, and the light vibration only served to augment the pleasure. Layton’s skin was engulfed by flame, a hotter one than could ever burn in the
fireplace. If Preston didn’t claim him soon, he’d certainly die.
Preston’s tongue traveled from his nipples over his abdomen until
it hovered over Layton’s prick. Instead of going where Layton most
wanted him, though, Preston bypassed Layton’s cock and buried his
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53
nose in Layton’s pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, as if he couldn’t get enough of Layton’s scent.
Layton’s entire body trembled with the effort to remain still. But
as Preston started mouthing Layton’s balls, it was getting increasingly hard to maintain his resolve. Preston’s teasing licks swept over
Layton’s wrinkled sac, and Layton writhed on the fur rug, the slight, artificial hairs rubbing against his oversensitized skin.
And then, all of a sudden, Preston took Layton’s cock in his
mouth. Throughout the past weeks, Layton had relived his first time
with Preston often until he’d almost begun to believe that he was
embellishing reality, and it couldn’t have been that good. It was
better. Now that Layton had truly accepted Preston as his mate, his
heart opened up to all the pleasure Preston offered. He thought that he could almost feel Preston’s pleasure, so close, yet so far away, just like his own orgasm.
His mate tortured him, the sensual suction a delicious agony.
Layton hovered over the precipice of an amazing climax, his gaze
fixed on the sinful sight of Preston bobbing his head up and down,
when the wet heat around his prick vanished.
Preston shot to his feet and rushed away from him. Dazed, Layton
couldn’t quite figure out what was going on, and he experienced a
brief moment of fear when he actually thought Preston had changed
his mind. However, that panic faded when Preston returned to him,
carrying a tube of lubricant.
Preston dropped on the furs, his grin all but feral. “Come here,
lovely.”
The temptation to obey was very strong, but as much as Layton
would have liked to let his mate devour him, the urgency inside him
didn’t allow it. Layton snatched the lubricant from Preston, finding secret satisfaction when his mate’s eyes widened. He pushed Preston
down and
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