I laughed through my tears as Arwyn brushed them away one by one. “And I love you, Arwyn. All of you.”
The moment I said those words it was like the weight of the world faded from my shoulders.
Arwyn parted his mouth to reply, but I stopped any more words from being spoken. I crashed my lips onto his, mouths smashing together, vicious pleasure ruling the seconds that followed.
His surprised gasp chirped in his chest, before melting into a groan of pure, undiluted pleasure. I knew what was to follow, and I wanted it. All of it. Regardless of where we were, what we had to do, and the tasks laid out before us.
In that moment, I wanted Arwyn. And from the way his hands wrapped around my back and forged me close, he wanted me with equal measure. So, for a night, we would take our deepest desires and enjoy them.
Body and soul.
Melded as one.
So mote it be.
23
ARWYN
Hector Briar devoured me, and I submitted to him willingly.
His soft mouth crashed into mine, our lips melding as one in milliseconds. I melted beneath him as his tongue darted like a vicious serpent, tangling with mine. I was full of the taste of him—open skies, summer breeze, and a sweetness that could’ve made even the ripest of apples jealous.
I held on to him with such contention that if the universe decided to split us up in that moment, it would’ve failed.
I hardened instantly. My cock throbbed with a desperate need, pressing out against the tight embrace of my boxer shorts. To my pleasant surprise, aided by the press of my hands against Hector’s lower back, he arched into me. His body rubbed and writhed over my hardness, teasing cum to leak out of my tip from the use of his mouth and the promise of his body alone.
Touch starved from months without him and I was ready to combust from a single kiss.
Somewhere beyond the euphoria, I recognised the telltale crack of wood. In the next few seconds we’d gone from lounging in a chair with Hector strewn atop me, to sprawled on theground, surrounded by the remains of said chair that’d snapped beneath our combined weight.
“Uh oh,” Hector gasped, lips bruised pink from the vicious kiss. His infectious smile grew as he looked around at the damage we’d already caused. “I think we’ve made a mess.”
Not nearly as messy as what we’re about to create.
“You could burn the pub down to ash and cinders and I wouldn’t care,” I replied, meaning every word.
Hector’s eyes narrowed on me, full of wanting and desire. “Am I that good of a kisser?”
“I don’t think there are enough words to eloquently describe just how fucking good your lips are against mine,” I answered.
Hector positioned himself atop my groin, straddling his legs on either side of mine. There was no doubt in my mind that the added pressure he gave to his arse as it sat directly atop my stone-hard cock, was deliberate.
“Spare your voice and write me a poem,” Hector said, a sly smirk playing at his swollen lips. “I want that answer immortalised.”
“When my hands aren’t full, maybe I will. But for now you’re going to just have to listen to me. You, Hector Briar, are everything I haveeverwanted.”
Slowly, with the poise of a lion marking their prey, Hector leaned over me. His blonde hair hung in curtains beside his face, arms shaking as they fought to hold him up. I leaned my neck off the floor, wanting to close the space between our mouths again.
Hector stopped me with a single scolding look. “What’s the rush?”
I dug my fingers into the soft skin of his thighs. “I think you already know the answer to that, you wicked little witch.”
Hector ground himself on me, spurred on by the title he once favoured. “Maybe this isn’t the right time, or even an appropriate time considering Romy and Kai are trying to restupstairs,” he whispered, devious gaze boring into me. “But would you do me the honours and…”
I didn’t even need him to finish what he was asking of me.
“It would be my honour, Hector.” My nerves and excitement got the better of me.
