Evans, Gabrielle - From This Moment [The Moonlight Breed 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Ma by Gabrielle Evans (ebook reader with highlight function .TXT) 📗

The twinge of disappointment he’d felt when Cian had ordered everyone out of the room had dissolved under the skillful touch of his

mate.  Plus, the possessiveness behind the order was extremely  arousing. The exhibitionist in him  still  pouted a bit, but if a man like  Cian wanted Zavion all to himself, who was he to complain?

The slippery digits eased out of his clenching channel, and Zavion  had to bite his lip to keep from crying out in protest. When that  strong, capable hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, however,  there was no holding back his moan of pleasure.

Cian stroked him slowly at first, twisting his wrist at the tip so that  his knuckles brushed  under the  flared helmet. “More,” he whispered,

trying to arch up into the  too-light grip.

His attempts were in vain, however. Cian’s hand moved from his  chest, and his arm encircled Zavion’s  waist, holding him in a firm  grip as he gradually increased his tempo. Growling in frustration, he  fell back against his lover’s chest as his body  vibrated with the need

to come.

“Please,” he begged, desperate for relief.

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“Please what, darlin’?” Cian’s voice whispered into his ear,

throaty and hoarse.

“Please, let me come.”

“I’m not stoppin’ ya.”

“Fuck me,” Zavion pleaded, arching his  head back as  the grip on  his cock tightened, and Cian’s hand sped over his length. “Please,  Cian, fuck me.”

“Ah, but not yet, Zavion. I promise you’ll be well satisfied when  I’m through with ya.”

A  million tiny explosions detonated inside his body, and Zavion  began to tremble in earnest, his upper body bucking wildly while Cian  held his lower half motionless. The friction over his shaft felt so damn

good, too good, and the pressure in his balls built until he couldn’t  hold out any longer.

With a long, garbled groan, Zavion went completely stiff, pressing  his shoulders hard into Cian’s chest as his cock spurted ropes of  pearly cream from the slit that splashed over his lower abs and pooled  in his navel. Scooping the semen from his skin, Cian lifted him with  one arm while he coated his own long, thick cock with Zavion’s seed.

After his intense orgasm, everything felt overly sensitive, as  though the slightest touch would shatter him into a million pieces. A  loud cry ripped from his mouth when Cian angled him slightly  sideways and encouraged him to lower back to his lover’s lap.

Gods, Cian was hung like a fucking horse. The huge cock invaded  his depths, stretching him wide as his inner walls clamped around  the  swollen length. Zavion had never come so hard from nothing more  than  a  hand job, and he wasn’t sure he’d survive another orgasm like

that.

“Shh, baby,” Cian murmured, petting the damp locks away from  Zavion’s face before cradling his cheek tenderly. “Nice and easy,  okay?” Then he pressed their lips together in a deep, searching kiss  while his free hands stroked Zavion’s chest and belly in light caresses.

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Their tongues tangled in an intimate glide, and Zavion wound his right arm around Cian’s  shoulders,  pulling him closer as he craned his neck, eager for more of his lover’s taste. Only Cian’s hands moved, mapping and exploring Zavion’s body. He didn’t thrust, didn’t rock, didn’t move his hips at all, seemingly content to  kiss and touch while his cock remained  sheathed to the root inside Zavion’s heated

channel.

There was no way for him to tell the passage of time, but before long, Zavion felt the familiar tightening in his loins, and his dick began to harden, swelling with arousal as he ached once again for release. Would the feeling ever go away? Would he always want Cian this much? He didn’t know the future, but he couldn’t foresee a time

he’d ever tire of the man’s touch.

“Move,” he breathed into Cian’s mouth as he wiggled his hips,  grinding his bottom  against his mate’s thighs.

Sliding to the edge of the chair, Cian  looped one arm around  Zavion’s waist, fisting his renewed erection. His other hand cupped  the back of Zavion’s knee, lifting his leg toward his chest and opening  him to deeper penetration. Then his muscles flexed and his hips  rolled, pumping his dick into Zavion’s hole in a slow, sensual tempo.

His powerful thighs were firm and unyielding like stones beneath  Zavion’s rounded globes. Heat poured from Cian’s sculpted body,  warming Zavion until perspiration beaded over his flushed skin. Each  thrust stretched his inner walls, plunging into his core while Cian  mimicked the motion with his tongue, flittering into Zavion’s mouth  and  then dancing just out of reach.

The coarse hairs along his jawline added a new level of sensation, and when  Cian abandoned the assault on  his lips to kiss down the side  of his neck, the scrape of his neatly trimmed beard sent shivers racing  along Zavion’s spine.  Erotic flames of desire and pleasure engulfed  him, scorched him, and had him moaning wantonly as he undulated to  meet each of his lover’s thrusts.

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The wooden chair squeaked and clacked against the floor when  Cian increased his pace, driving  his hips upward as his large fist became a blur over Zavion’s cock. Their  mouths crashed together again, hungrier and more desperate than before, muffling the sounds of their pleasure.

Zavion’s leg was lifted even higher until his knee touched his shoulder, and Cian released his control with a wild abandon that  was

primal, aggressive, and arousing in a way that Zavion couldn’t  describe. Currents of electricity buzzed across his skin. His nerve  endings sizzled.  His heart pounded up into his throat, making it  difficult to breathe.

Every cell in his body felt taut, like a string pulled too tight on a harp. One more stroke, one more kiss, one more deep plunge, and the string snapped, sending Zavion careening into euphoria. Burying his face into the side of Cian’s neck, he cried out as lights flashed behind his eyelids, and  his  cock erupted once more in what felt like a river of

semen.

“Zavion,” Cian murmured into his hair, ending the single word on  a guttural groan.

The arm around Zavion’s waist tightened, the fingers holding his  thigh dug into