Hallowed Bond (Chronicles of Ylandre Book 2) by Eresse Page B

spending before he, too, spilled himself into Dylen’s mouth.
    Taking a moment to catch his breath, Riodan crawled his way up to lie full-length against Dylen, Sated for the present, they lay in comfortable silence. The flickering light cast a gentle glow of color on their glistening bodies and entwined limbs.
    At length, Riodan stirred and said, “That was-that was…”
    “Yes,” Dylen murmured.
    He ran his knuckles down Riodan’s flushed cheek then reached for his hand. Riodan caught his breath when Dylen guided his hand between his legs. He gulped when his fingers came into contact with the delicate orifice concealed by the seed sac.
    “You’re sure?” he whispered.
    “Absolutely.”
    Taking a calming inhalation, Riodan set to turning Dylen as the hethar had often turned him during their bouts of lovemaking, stroking the tiny opening until the seed pouch contracted out of the way and thrusting his finger tentatively into the now slippery passage beyond. It did not take long before he judged Dylen ready for his taking. But he still hesitated, keenly aware of his lover’s distaste for obligatory submission.
    Sensing his uncertainty, Dylen sat up and settled himself astride Riodan’s groin.
    Exhaling, he slowly lowered himself onto Riodan’s primed shaft. A slight wince and faint hiss marked the moment when the vestigial protective membrane within gave way. With the fragile barrier gone, Dylen eased down until he had taken the whole of Riodan’s shaft into his body.
    Riodan stared at him, quite overcome by the indescribable pleasure of being snugly gloved by slick heated velvet. It was beyond anything he had ever imagined, and the instinct to bury himself as deeply as he could in such exquisite confines impelled him to buck up and drive his shaft into Dylen. The quick, stabbing thrusts nearly overcame Dylen, the sensitive walls of his sheath reacting sharply to the friction wrought by the slide of firm flesh against them. He grabbed Riodan’s hips and held him still.
    “You’ll undo me too soon,” he gasped. He closed his eyes, willing back a premature unraveling. “Slowly, my love. Slowly.”
    He opened his eyes and, holding Riodan’s gaze, began to ride his shaft, taking him in repeatedly until they were both breathing roughly. Following Dylen’s lead, Riodan set a steady, measured pace as he thrust upward.
    Dylen leant down and brushed his lips along Riodan’s jaw before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his throat and sucking hard at the smooth flesh. Ignoring Riodan’s inarticulate pleas, he moved southward to drop kisses on his lover’s nicely muscled chest before tonguing his nipples to tiny, throbbing peaks. Just as Riodan started to beg that he end the sweet torment, he closed his lips around one nipple and forcefully drew on it.
    This proved too much for Riodan. He pulled Dylen up and sealed their lips in a bruising, hot-tongued kiss that mimicked the movements of their joined lower bodies. At the same time, he gripped Dylen by his buttocks to keep his groin flush against his, enabling him to drive deep and hard into him.
    Shuddering from the onslaught, Dylen let Riodan take over. He clutched Riodan’s shoulders and matched the swift, almost brutal thrusts with equal passion and vigor.
    Pleasure mounted, erupted and spilled over. Riodan tensed then cried out as, with one last upward lunge of his hips, he speared Dylen deeply and spilled his seed inside him. At once Dylen experienced a rush of warmth within that made its way inward and precipitated a series of pleasurable spasms in his belly. The sensations pushed him over the precipice into a rolling climax that seemed to go on forever and left him spent and winded after. He perforce rested atop Riodan a while before he weakly lifted himself off him and collapsed at his side.
    When his heartbeat returned to normal, Dylen extended his arms to Riodan in mute invitation. Riodan hurried into his embrace. He pressed his face into the crook of