Rowan reached out to put his hand on the back of Ivor’s. “I’m so sorry. Did it…did it kill him?”
Ivor shook his head. “I ended things before it could. I also didn’t feed from him as often as I needed, but still, he grew weaker each time.” His dark eyes grew bleak. “This was a very long time ago. I left him, even though he didn’t want me to. I know he loved me, and I broke his heart. But I was terrified of what I was doing to him.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Over three hundred years.”
“So you’ve never had another monogamous lover in all that time?” That was sad because he got the distinct feeling Ivor had a huge capacity to love.
“Just hookups since. Sleeping with me one time doesn’t do much to a human, so I didn’t feel bad feeding when I needed to. But no, I’ve never had a relationship since.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no need to be. I love sex, and I did love the variety.”
“Would you…” Rowan trailed off, his cheeks heating with a blush he knew was entirely visible.
“Would I consider trying again? Is that what you want to ask?” Ivor reached out and stroked his fingers down Rowan’s cheek. “Fuck, I love the way you blush. But to answer your question, yes, I’d love to be in a relationship, and I’d really love that relationship to be with you.”
“Because you can feed from me without hurting me?”
“Because of who you are, Rowan. Because I’m highly attracted to you, and I find your personality warm and caring. You’re also sexy as hell.”
Rowan couldn’t stop his grin. “I’m so glad you like skinny.”
“You have a lovely, elegant body and anyone who didn’t see that before was an idiot. I’m also quite partial to your gorgeous red hair, and I don’t have to remind you that I adore the freckles.” He leaned closer. “I still have some to discover.”
Desire flared in Rowan’s belly, and he forgot all about the rest of his sandwich. He moved the last few inches and pressed his mouth to Ivor’s. Passion exploded between them, the kiss going carnal fast. Ivor stood and pulled Rowan up from his chair. He tugged him into the living room and sat on the couch before pulling Rowan onto his lap.
They exchanged kisses that went on and on, hands stroking over skin. Ivor let out one of those sexy growls of his, then turned them until he was lying on top of Rowan. Rowan wrapped his legs around him, gasping at the sensation of all that lean muscle against him.
Fuck, he loved Ivor on top of him like this. He started rubbing his cock on Ivor’s stomach. Ivor grunted, then leaned over to the coffee table and opened a small drawer to grab lube.
Rowan laughed. “You keep it in here, too?”
“I keep it stashed all over the house.” Ivor squeezed some into his hand, dropped the bottle on the floor, and wrapped his slick fingers around them both. He propped his dry hand on the cushion beside Rowan and stared down where he was stroking them together.
The feel of his dick against Rowan’s was incredible. Rowan gasped, pleasure curling inside him, only to spread out all over his body. His balls drew up and he looked at Ivor to find the incubus staring at him with narrowed, glazed-over eyes. Hisbeautiful mouth was open as he panted. He was so unbelievably gorgeous with all that black hair around his face. The silky ends were brushing over Rowan’s cheeks and neck. He started thrusting harder in Ivor’s grip. There was lube all over their dicks and Rowan’s stomach, and he couldn’t care less because the slippery slide was so damn good.
This time, Ivor beat him to the punch, letting out a long groan as warm semen shot up over Rowan’s chest. “Oh, that’s so fucking hot!” Rowan yelled as his own balls emptied. He couldn’t keep his eyes open as the pleasure washed over him. He knew his whimpering sounds were probably not sexy, but he didn’t care about them, either. He was too overcome.
Ivor stayed braced above him, and when Rowan finally opened his eyes, what he saw as Ivor stared at him filled him with so much hope, he held his breath.
“Come shower with me,” Ivor whispered. “Then sleep with me in my bed. I’d like to hold you all night.”
“I want nothing more.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Rowan
Rowan opened his eyes the next morning, and the first thing he saw was Ivor watching him from the pillow shoved close to his. Those dark eyes were filled with warm affection, and he smiled when he saw Rowan had awakened. His black hair was partially draped over the side of his face.
“It should be illegal to wake that gorgeous,” Rowan said, voice scratchy from sleep.
“Then it’s you breaking the law.”
Rowan smirked because he knew what he looked like in the mornings. His thick red hair always inevitably plastered to one side of his head and stuck up everywhere else. Hopefully, the flat side was against the pillow.
