Page 64 of Henrikk’s Secret

They returned to the present. It was jolting to be back on the viewing platform, Henrikk hugging Asher from behind, pressing him against the railing.

Little time had passed, and the island was still shrouded in darkness.

Henrikk briefly separated from Asher to sever their mental link. There was so much to say, but there was no need to verbalise it, or to even communicate it through thought.

“Come back,” Asher said.

Henrikk leant against him, twining his arms back around his waist.

They stood there, a hot warmth building between their bodies, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

Excitement filled the air, the anticipation so intoxicating that Henrikk found himself laughing out loud.

Asher tilted his head over his shoulder to smile at him.

Everything was going to be alright.

The future beckoned, and a new chapter awaited them. The world would never forgive him, but it was a precious thing that Asher had, and maybe one day, Henrikk would find the courage to forgive himself, too.

He kissed Asher’s neck, soft tender kisses that soon became passionate and full of yearning. He clung to Asher, needing him, wanting him, hands roaming down to feel him growing hard again.

“Would you like me to go down on you?” Asher offered.

“No,” Henrikk replied. “I want you to stay put.” He pried Asher’s shirt off before removing his own, both shirts looking worse for wear. He leant close, the hot skin of Asher’s back flush with his chest. Pleasure erupted through him at the skin-on-skin contact, and he instantly hardened to full mast, his balls tight and aching. He pushed Asher forward so he leant over the railing, staring down at the sandy beach below.

It reminded him of the way Asher had fucked him over the balcony, except now, it was his turn.

Henrikk leant over him and whispered in his ear. “I love you, you know. And I don’t pretend to understand why—”

“I love you too,” Asher interrupted, amusement filling his tone. “Now, get on with it. Or I’ll think you’ve gone soft on me.”

Henrikk gave a short laugh and took out a pouch of coconut oil he’d made in secret.

Asher half-turned around to watch him as he coated his hands in oil, lathering his cock until it glistened. Asher’s eyes sparkled. “Definitely gone soft on me if you’re losing lube.”

“You won’t think that once I’m done with you.”

“Good.” Asher faced forward and braced himself.

Henrikk lined himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against his asshole. He gripped Asher’s muscled hips, letting the vampire feel his nails bite his skin. “Time for your punishment.”

“Punishment for what?” Asher asked.

“For loving me.”

Henrikk pushed into him, breaching his puckered asshole in one slow, agonisingly smooth motion. It was achingly good, and Asher roared as his tight asshole stretched to accommodate his cock, shuddering and groaning.

“Fuck, yes,” Henrikk gasped, seeing stars as he held himself inside Asher. His cock was halfway in, but he paused to give Asher a chance to adjust to his girth, a considerate act that his old self would not have bothered with.

Eventually, Asher took a steadying breath, and Henrikk took that as a sign to plough into him, burying his cock deep into his ass, advancing relentlessly until he was sheathed all the way.

The aching tension that had twisted inside him intensified, so sweet and sinful that Henrikk could only gasp in wonderment.

This felt different to how he remembered it, a thousand times better now that Asher was enjoying it too. He rocked back and forth, and Asher pushed back to meet him. This slow, steady motion quickly descended into madness, with Asher begging for more and Henrikk giving it to him. Deep pounding thrusts shook the railing, and the danger that it might not hold only added to their elation.

Henrikk’s gentle kisses were replaced with more bites that marked Asher’s neck and shoulders, and the general made some cheeky comment or another that resulted in Henrikk spanking him for several minutes.

When Asher’s ass cheeks pink from strikes, Henrikk reached around and gripped his shaft, pumping him steadily for minutes on end until he reached his second orgasm, and Henrikk neared the brink of his first.