Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
So beautiful. He was so beautiful like this. In this moment, Vasily was the entire focus of Luka’s world. He loved it, loved having this man’s undivided attention, loved the feeling of his tight ass squeezing and flexing around his fingers.
Luka was too far gone for words now. He tossed his head back, a sound of pure need reverberating in his throat.
“Shh, I know,” Vasily murmured. “I’ve got you.”
He maneuvered Luka so he was balanced against the edge of the counter, drawing the other leg up. Luka assisted in this, hands falling away from Vasily’s shoulders to hang on to the wood, spreading his legs in welcome. Vasily held his dick steady with one hand to position himself before pushing slowly in. He kept his eyes on Luka’s, felt the man’s gasp as he was penetrated, saw his eyes flare wide before falling to half-mast, taking pleasure in the burn of penetration. The second he bottomed out, Vasily stilled, but only long enough to get his hands wrapped around the backs of Luka’s thighs, getting purchase there. Then he pulled out an inch before pushing back in, eyes never leaving his lover’s.
Luka slid his arms around Vasily’s shoulders, using him as a counterbalance, and he didn’t shy away from Vasily’s intense study. He smiled into it, showing his pleasure, eyes sometimes fluttering shut for a moment as pleasure crested and waned like the tide. In moments like these, with them as connected as two people could be, every doubt and worry fell away. Vasily knew he was right where he should be, loving and being loved in return.
He didn’t thrust in hard. Just a steady rocking, because tonight, he didn’t want to rush this. Tonight, he wanted to stay connected to this man for as long as possible, until passion overwhelmed them. Luka seemed to be in the same mood, as he did nothing to hurry Vasily along. He simply clung to him, heel digging in to keep Vasily in place.
Sliding in and out of Luka’s warm heat was perfection. Vasily leaned in, nosing at Luka’s jawline, laving and sucking on a patch of skin right under Luka’s ear. He had to touch more, taste more. Right now, he craved every inch of Luka.
“I love you,” Luka gasped, the words soft but clear. Then he repeated it, in every language he knew.
Old Slavic. “I love you.”
Russian. “I love you.”
Portuguese. “I love you.”
German. “I love you.”
Tears burned in Vasily’s eyes, his heart so full he wasn’t sure it could take this much joy. Still, underneath the emotion burned the uncertainty. The fear. It was as sharp as a knife twisting agonizingly slow inside of his heart.
Vasily didn’t want to think about it. He wanted Luka only in this moment. He lifted his head, snaring Luka’s mouth in a hard kiss, thrusting harder. Determined to do nothing else but love this man.
Luka kissed him back just as hard, just as hungry. The sound of the cabinet thudding against the wall rhythmically with their thrusts barely penetrated. He didn’t care if someone else knew what they were doing. Right now, all he could care about was Luka.
After so many years together, he could read the signs easily. Luka was on the verge of climax. He twisted, fingers digging into Vasily’s shoulders, almost painfully.
“That’s it,” Vasily encouraged, still fucking him steadily. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this. That’s it, my heart, come. Let go. I’ve got you.”
Luka clamped down around him hard as he came, hot semen splashing both their abdomens. A gruff pant accompanied the release.
Seeing, hearing, and feeling him like this took Vasily right over the edge. He thrust in once more, hard, needing to be as deep as he possibly could before coming himself. Vasily shook under the force of it, his grip on Luka almost punishing. He saw literal stars behind his eyelids that was how hard he’d just come.
For a long moment, they stayed as they were. Luka on the counter, Vasily still connected with him, their heads on each other’s shoulders. He didn’t want to move, but he knew he had to at some point. Discomfort alone would demand it.
“We’re going to be sticky and gross in about thirty seconds,” Luka whispered.
Unfortunately true. Vasily could feel it happening already. “Shower?”
“Yeah.”
They didn’t say another word to each other as they pulled apart. Vasily went ahead to start the water, getting it warmed up, then Luka joined him. There wasn’t a ton of space for two dragons, but they weren’t interested in being apart, either. Vasily took the complimentary bodywash and gently washed Luka’s skin, starting at his shoulders and working his way down. He knew Luka liked the attention, and truth be told, he liked to pamper Luka. It was a win-win.
He tried not to let the worries creep back in. Failed. Dammit, at least keep his anxieties off his face, then, to not add to Luka’s worry.