single doubt in him about the two of them belonging together—while both still retained their true selves without either giving up too much of themselves or sacrificing their dreams in favor of their combined dream.
As if reading his mind, Rafe knelt up, hovering above Kris with a wolfish grin and licking his moist lips in a lascivious manner that almost drove Kris over the edge of pleasure to his release. Rafe grabbed the base of Kris’s cock, dark pink in its long, slender cut shape, holding back his imminent eruption, for which Kris was infinitely grateful.
“No coming yet, honey,” Rafe murmured, obviously pleased with Kris’s reactions.
Cupping Kris’s ass cheeks, Rafe lifted his lithe mate’s hips into his lap, pointing his rock-hard and dark-hued cock, uncut and thick and dripping creamy precum, against the pink hole waiting for him. Sliding his lubed-up cock into Kris, Rafe let out an animal growl, so deep, honest, and profound that it sent shivers down Kris’s spine. It aroused him to know he was the one creating and provoking this flame of desire in this gorgeous man.
Milking the cock pushing into him incrementally, Kris wrapped his legs around Rafe’s waist and crossed his ankles for leverage. Rafe kept his hold of Kris’s hips, kneading his ass cheeks with the same pace he was thrusting into his mate, soothing and slow until he was in balls-deep. There was no anxiety or resistance from Kris, and he succumbed to the pleasure his mate was producing, being joined at the hip with him.
What surprised Kris the most, however, was the awareness that Rafe may have been inside him all the way, his massive cock filling his channel to the brim, but Kris was still himself—still all him, still whole, and still aware of who he was. Their powerful bond transcended the physical, filling an emptiness within Kris. He knew that it was the longing of love—to love and be loved. Kris may have acquiesced to his mate’s sex, but he had not lost touch with himself. He hadn’t lost anything—but gained everything.
“Oh, Rafe, please,” Kris whimpered in a frenzy as Rafe picked up the pace, pounding into him instead of merely thrusting to widen his hole and stretch his channel for deeper penetration and rougher entry. Grabbing the undersides of Kris’s knees, Rafe yanked his mate closer, holding his thighs firmly—and his dick thrust in deeper and harder as a result. Briefly Kris felt sharp claws sinking into the flesh of his thighs, but either they disappeared, retracted, or he’d imagined them—or the pain had turned into pleasure, just as Rafe had promised. Yes, Rafe had hinted there might be claws and fangs, but so far all of it had been gentle and loving for Kris.
They fell into a rhythm between Rafe’s push in and Kris’s push back until they were both panting and gasping with the sensual exertion of meeting each other in the most intimate way. Soon the tempo became scorching and frenzied, broken by the need to find release as it overcame their smooth mutual cadence. Rafe’s cock was pulsating and vibrating inside Kris’s rippling and undulating channel, grappling the invading, swiveling member with a ferocious, primal hold.
A trembling tortured moan escaped the confines of Kris’s throat. “Rafe, please….” Unable to stifle the begging tone, Kris writhed beneath Rafe, who leaned his whole body over him to capture his mouth with a voracious hunger, like a starving man devouring a piece of meat. As Rafe pinned his mate to the mattress, swiveling his hips as he thrust, Kris’s snug ass swallowed Rafe’s smoldering-hot cock with equal hunger. Kris’s own cock was nestled and sandwiched between their bodies pressed together in delicious pressure, and he was on the edge of release.
Having passed beyond the point where self-control even existed anymore, their rhythm became torn, shuddering, and erratic as neither was able to consciously master the motions their bodies made in unison to reach the
As if reading his mind, Rafe knelt up, hovering above Kris with a wolfish grin and licking his moist lips in a lascivious manner that almost drove Kris over the edge of pleasure to his release. Rafe grabbed the base of Kris’s cock, dark pink in its long, slender cut shape, holding back his imminent eruption, for which Kris was infinitely grateful.
“No coming yet, honey,” Rafe murmured, obviously pleased with Kris’s reactions.
Cupping Kris’s ass cheeks, Rafe lifted his lithe mate’s hips into his lap, pointing his rock-hard and dark-hued cock, uncut and thick and dripping creamy precum, against the pink hole waiting for him. Sliding his lubed-up cock into Kris, Rafe let out an animal growl, so deep, honest, and profound that it sent shivers down Kris’s spine. It aroused him to know he was the one creating and provoking this flame of desire in this gorgeous man.
Milking the cock pushing into him incrementally, Kris wrapped his legs around Rafe’s waist and crossed his ankles for leverage. Rafe kept his hold of Kris’s hips, kneading his ass cheeks with the same pace he was thrusting into his mate, soothing and slow until he was in balls-deep. There was no anxiety or resistance from Kris, and he succumbed to the pleasure his mate was producing, being joined at the hip with him.
What surprised Kris the most, however, was the awareness that Rafe may have been inside him all the way, his massive cock filling his channel to the brim, but Kris was still himself—still all him, still whole, and still aware of who he was. Their powerful bond transcended the physical, filling an emptiness within Kris. He knew that it was the longing of love—to love and be loved. Kris may have acquiesced to his mate’s sex, but he had not lost touch with himself. He hadn’t lost anything—but gained everything.
“Oh, Rafe, please,” Kris whimpered in a frenzy as Rafe picked up the pace, pounding into him instead of merely thrusting to widen his hole and stretch his channel for deeper penetration and rougher entry. Grabbing the undersides of Kris’s knees, Rafe yanked his mate closer, holding his thighs firmly—and his dick thrust in deeper and harder as a result. Briefly Kris felt sharp claws sinking into the flesh of his thighs, but either they disappeared, retracted, or he’d imagined them—or the pain had turned into pleasure, just as Rafe had promised. Yes, Rafe had hinted there might be claws and fangs, but so far all of it had been gentle and loving for Kris.
They fell into a rhythm between Rafe’s push in and Kris’s push back until they were both panting and gasping with the sensual exertion of meeting each other in the most intimate way. Soon the tempo became scorching and frenzied, broken by the need to find release as it overcame their smooth mutual cadence. Rafe’s cock was pulsating and vibrating inside Kris’s rippling and undulating channel, grappling the invading, swiveling member with a ferocious, primal hold.
A trembling tortured moan escaped the confines of Kris’s throat. “Rafe, please….” Unable to stifle the begging tone, Kris writhed beneath Rafe, who leaned his whole body over him to capture his mouth with a voracious hunger, like a starving man devouring a piece of meat. As Rafe pinned his mate to the mattress, swiveling his hips as he thrust, Kris’s snug ass swallowed Rafe’s smoldering-hot cock with equal hunger. Kris’s own cock was nestled and sandwiched between their bodies pressed together in delicious pressure, and he was on the edge of release.
Having passed beyond the point where self-control even existed anymore, their rhythm became torn, shuddering, and erratic as neither was able to consciously master the motions their bodies made in unison to reach the
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