He let out a shaky breath, his muscles loosening under my touch. “I love when you’re gentle like this,” he whispered. “It’s so different from how it was in your office.”
I chuckled softly, slowly working one finger inside him. “The office incident was pure lust. Here...” I crooked my finger, finding that spot that made him gasp and arch off the bed. “Here I can worship you the way you deserve.”
The energy connection sparked to life as his arousal spiked, that familiar warmth flowing from him to me. But this time it feltdifferent. Deeper. Instead of the frantic hunger of our previous encounters, this was like sinking into a warm bath, luxurious and all-encompassing.
“More,” he breathed, his hips rolling against my hand. “Please, Valen. I need more.”
I added a second finger, stretching him slowly while pressing kisses along his hip bones. The taste of his skin was intoxicating, salt and his unique musk that made my fangs ache with the urge to bite. But not yet. Tonight was about savoring every moment, drawing out his pleasure until we were both drunk on it. Biting him would require a new kind of conversation.
“You’re such a good boy,” I praised, fucking him with my fingers to open him further. “So beautiful, my darling. I could spend hours just torturing you like this.”
His cock was already leaking steadily against his stomach, and I could feel his desperation building through our bond. But every time he seemed close to begging, I’d slow my movements, keeping him right on that edge between pleasure and torture.
“Valen,” he whimpered, his hands fisting in the sheets. “I can’t... it’s too much. I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” I said, adding a third finger and reveling in the way his back arched. “I want you so ready for me that you feel empty without my cock filling you.”
The crude words made him moan, his hips bucking against my hand. Through the feeding connection, I could feel his pleasure as if it were my own, that exquisite tension building in both our bodies simultaneously. It was like being caught in the most beautiful feedback loop imaginable.
When I finally judged him ready, I withdrew my fingers, ignoring his whine of protest. I stripped off my remaining clothes with shaking hands, my cock so hard it was almost painful. The sight of him spread out before me, flushed andwanting and completely mine, made something primal roar to life in my chest.
“Look at me,” I commanded as I settled between his thighs, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. “I want to see your eyes when I fuck you.”
Those blue eyes locked with mine, dark with arousal and bright with love. “Then do it,” he whispered. “Pleasefuck me.”
I pushed inside slowly, savoring every inch as his body opened up for me. The sensation was incredible, his tight heat surrounding my cock while waves of pleasure crashed through the feeding bond. But more than that was the emotional connection, the way he looked at me like I was his entire world.
“Fuck,” I breathed when I was buried to the hilt inside him, his tight hole throbbing around my cock. “You feel so perfect, darling. Like you were made just for me.”
“I was,” he gasped, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. “That cock is far too perfect to have been meant for anyone else.” He reached up, grabbing my face and forcing my lips against him. “Now stop dicking around and fuck me like you mean it.”
The demand in his voice, combined with the tight clench of his body around my cock, shattered what remained of my restraint. I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before driving back in with a force that made him cry out beneath me.
“Like that?” I growled, setting a rhythm that was deep and thorough, just like he’d asked for. Each thrust sent pleasure cascading through both of us via the feeding connection, creating waves of sensation that built on themselves until I could barely think straight.
“Yes,” he moaned, his nails digging into my shoulders. “Just like that. God, Valen, you feel so good inside me.”
I could feel his energy flowing into me with each stroke, rich and intoxicating in a way that made my entire body humwith power. But more than the feeding, it was the emotional connection that overwhelmed me. Every gasp and moan he made, every flutter of his muscles around my cock, felt like a declaration of love.
“Mine,” I whispered against his throat, my fangs grazing his pulse without breaking skin. “You’re mine, Archer. No one else gets to have you like this.”
“Yes,” he agreed breathlessly, his hips meeting my thrusts with desperate need. “I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else, Valen. Just you.”
The possessive satisfaction that flooded through me at his words was almost as intense as the physical pleasure. I’d never claimed anyone like this before. I’d never wanted to. But with Archer writhing beneath me, giving me everything he had, I understood the appeal. This beautiful, stubborn, brave young man was mine, and I was never letting him go.
I shifted the angle of my thrusts, finding that spot inside him that made him moan loud enough that the neighbors might hear. His cry of pleasure echoed through the room, and I felt the spike of his arousal through our bond like lightning in my veins.
“There,” he gasped, his back arching off the bed. “Right there, please don’t stop. Oh my godpleasedon’t stop.”
I aimed for that spot with each thrust, watching as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in silent ecstasy. The feeding connection was so strong now that I could barely tell where my pleasure ended and his began. We were caught in a perfect storm of sensation, building toward something that felt like it might consume us both.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice breaking on the words. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Don’t,” I commanded, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Cum for me, darling. Show me how much you love my cock.”
His climax hit like a tsunami, his entire body convulsing as he came with a broken cry of my name. The energy that flooded through our connection was so intense it bordered on painful. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy that left me dizzy and desperate. I managed three more thrusts before my own orgasm overtook me, my cock spilling deep inside him.
We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us trembling from the intensity of what we’d shared. I gathered him against my chest, pressing kisses to his forehead while we both came down from the high.
