Page 125 of Arcane Entanglement
“Really?”
Desire licked through every inch of Evander’s body. He nodded tremulously.
“Good,” Viggo growled. “Because I’m about to fulfil the promise I made to you the last time we were in this room.”
Evander barely had time to draw a breath before Viggo’s mouth landed on his.
The kiss seared his senses. Lit up his heart. Made him weak to the bones.
Evander could only moan and cling to Viggo as he claimed his lips with passionate savagery. The Brute danced his large hands over Evander’s body, stroking him, kneading him, rousing his nerves until his skin sparked all over.
Evander gasped when Viggo walked him backwards to his desk and lifted him so he could set him on the edge.
“I want to fuck you so badly I’m pretty certain I’m going to embarrass myself the moment I enter you,” Viggo confessed roughly.
He hastily unbuttoned Evander’s shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders before dropping it on the floor.
Evander looped his arms around Viggo’s neck as he nipped at his swollen lips, the Brute’s tongue snaking out to lave the wounds he made while his hands found Evander’s nipples. Evander hissed and dropped his head back when Viggo pinched and rubbed the hard nubs, pleasure spearing him with every clever move of Viggo’s fingers.
Viggo took advantage and pressed torrid kisses down the column of his neck. He paused to feast on the pulse beating frantically at the base of Evander’s throat before exploring his chest with his lips and tongue.
Evander cried out when Viggo bit his nipples and sucked them inside his mouth. Then Viggo’s hands were on the buckle of his trousers and he was freeing Evander’s weeping erection.
“I swear, your cock is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Viggo groaned.
He trailed his fingers up and down Evander’s naked manhood.
Evander twitched and bit his lip to stifle a lustful moan, his chest heaving with shuddering pants as he watched Viggo caress his shaft.
“Don’t.” Viggo tipped his chin up and tugged his flesh free from his teeth. He pierced Evander with a scorching stare. “I want to hear the sounds you make when I make love to you, mage.”
Evander almost swallowed his tongue when the Brute dropped to his knees. Then his lips and tongue were on Evander’s aching erection and Evander lost himself to the dizzying pleasure that was Viggo performing fellatio on him.
He grabbed fistfuls of the Brute’s hair as the latter worked him thoroughly with his mouth, his hips rocking to and fro and his heels digging into the larger man’s back. The sounds he made would have made him blush had he been in possession of his senses. But Evander could only close his eyes and feel.
Every clever lick and suck. Every heated breath that danced across his sensitive nerve endings. Every groan the Brute made as he ate him to his heart’s content.
Brightness seared Evander’s sight when he came. He bucked and convulsed, his mouth open on lustful cries as he emptied himself on Viggo’s eager tongue, his head spinning from the ecstasy of it all.
He came to after a fathomless moment and found Viggo gazing at him hotly, his lips grazing his inner thigh with soft kisses.
“Was that good?”
Evander gulped, still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.
“Do you even have to ask?!” he panted.
A wicked grin lit Viggo’s face. He rose to his feet, pulled Evander off the desk, and tugged his trousers and shoes off.
Evander’s hole twitched as he watched Viggo strip, exposing the beautiful ink decorating his toned skin. His gaze roamed the Brute’s brawny physique hungrily before landing on his impressive manhood. He swallowed, his insides quivering at the thought of being penetrated by Viggo.
The Brute took Evander in his arms and kissed him, his rock-hard shaft digging into Evander’s belly as he worked his hands down his back and palmed his buttocks.
Evander clutched Viggo’s shoulders and closed his eyes on a ragged gasp as he parted his crack and rubbed the pad of a finger up and down his entrance.
Viggo’s whisper tickled Evander’s ear. “Do you have something for?—?”
“Second drawer on the right,” Evander mumbled.
