There was something about a slow meandering kiss, no hurry, no threat of being discovered to amp it up, nothing but two people tasting and experiencing one another. Something made it more than a kiss and for reasons Blake couldn’t fathom in all his worldly knowledge. Blake was thinking about this feeling, lost in the wonder of it, when Jack seized on the opportunity to take advantage of his distracted state of mind.
Now on his back, looking up at Jack’s lean physique, he felt a strong arousal heat his blood even more. The Dragonslayer’s fingers splayed on Jack’s thighs and ran up to his hips before he sat slightly up to fit them around and behind the banshee. Jack’s ass was gripped firmly and Blake’s hardness throbbed to be inside him.
“I want you. All of you.” The sincerity in Blake’s green eyes changed in time with his wolffish grin. “I want to fuck you until the sun rises and you have to take the walk of shame back to your own quarters.”