Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
A happy little hum escaped Salem, and he laid his head on Gregori’s shoulder. “That sounds perfect to me.”
Yes, Gregori was very anxious to get his mate home so he could show him exactly how much he appreciated their date together.
He sat back in his seat, careful not to dislodge Salem’s head, and told the driver to return to the Valerii compound.
“Oh shit!” Salem sat up and started frantically typing on his phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to cancel the violinist.”
“The what?”
Salem flashed him a quick smile and resumed his typing. “I hired a violinist to serenade us on the beach as we walked.”
A great bark of laughter jumped from Gregori as he threw back his head. Being with Salem would never be boring.
Salem felt the handle of the door behind him, pushed it blindly open, and pulled Gregori inside, luring him with soft kisses and two fingers hooked inside the waistband of his pants. Tonight, he was going to show this man just how loved he was. Normally, they came at each other like two cats in an alley, but tonight he wanted it sweet and slow.
The interior of the apartment felt cooler, but he knew the sensation wouldn’t linger for long. Not with the heat they were building between them. Their kisses became deeper, hotter, hungrier. His tongue tangled with Gregori’s, savoring the man’s moan. Gregori’s dragon was clearly getting on board because there had been a distinct rumble in that moan.
Don’t smirk, don’t smirk, there will be plenty of time to smirk later.
Gregori tugged at Salem’s shirt, and he returned the favor. They shuffled a little as they got clothes off, heading slowly for the bedroom, but right now getting to skin was the priority. With every piece of clothing he undid, he pressed a kiss against Gregori’s fair skin, feeling the heat radiating against his lips. Grazing a nipple with a lick of the tongue had Gregori shivering, but Salem deliberately didn’t give the other nipple any attention. Later.
He pinned Gregori to the bedroom door, keeping him there with one hand while he used the flat of his tongue to trail down over strong abs, prying open Gregori’s pants as he did so, tugging them down until they pooled on the floor around his ankles. Gregori’s hand stole into his hair, gripping it without pressure, but those blunt fingernails felt good carding against his scalp.
Salem mouthed at the base of Gregori’s cock, mostly teasing, reaching up with fingertips to lightly scrape his nails against his balls. Then he sank a little lower on his knees to get his mouth around the tip of his half-erect cock.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gregori groaned, that low dragony growl coming more to the fore. “You’re far too good at this.”
Damn right he was. Salem’s knowledge of anatomy was not just for surgeries, thank you very much. He liked hearing Gregori say it, and his smug meter rose a few more notches.
Salem had a whole plan, but you know what? He was changing his plan. He was going to make Gregori come right here, without even making it to the bed, then fuck him. Sometimes a good plan just needed to pivot.
The fingers in Salem’s hair tightened. Almost like a warning. Too bad Salem had no intention of pulling off.
“Salem.” Gregori said his name like it should be a warning, but it was too breathy, too filled with need to come off convincingly.
He trailed his fingers backward, stroking the perineum. Lightly, but firm enough to be sensual. He knew just how sensitive Gregori’s ass was, so—
With a shout, Gregori came hard, the hand clenched on Salem’s shoulder almost punishing for a second before he gentled it. Salem focused more on swallowing without choking. It was quite the challenge, as Gregori had a lot to give.
Salem pulled off, swallowing the last of it and wiping his mouth, only to find Gregori staring down at him with warm eyes. His breathing was a touch quick, but a mellowness seeped through his body language.
Salem grinned back at him. “If you lie on your back, at the edge of the bed, I’ll eat you out before fucking you.”
“You’re determined to spoil me tonight, aren’t you?”
Salem pressed a kiss against the inside of his thigh before answering. “Objections?”
“Not a one.”
He did help Gregori take his shoes off and then step out of the pants still around his ankles before letting his lover go. While watching Gregori’s fine ass flex, his braid lightly swinging along his spine with each step, Salem almost absently got the rest of his clothes off, chucking them in the general direction of the laundry basket. His entire attention was riveted on the man before him. Salem honestly couldn’t remember when he’d wanted someone this badly.
He deviated to the nightstand very quickly, snatching up lube, before coming back around to the end of the bed. Gregori had followed his directions to the letter. He had sat his ass right on the end of the bed and flopped back, spread out over the middle. Were dragons feline? Because he sure could take up a lot of space without trying.