Love Is Always Write Volume 4

explosive craving of his entrance. Kekoa gathered more precum. Thank Meha for the powerful lubricant their fluids were. Three became four, and the raging hunger he discovered in Darien's eyes could only be conquered one way. "Fuck me."
    More lubricant found its way to his hole with dabbing motions, and Kekoa spread his legs further, hunching upward, offering completion. Their eyes imperturbably locked. "Please."
    Languid strokes accompanied Darien's unsteady breathing. The red-headed man who was about to stop being a virgin didn't look hesitant but humbled, as if Kekoa was giving him something bigger than anything he'd received before. All his cockiness and mischief melted into sudden devotion. He uttered calmly, "Yours."
    With perfect aim, Darien breached his tormented gate, dissolving Kekoa's cells in blinding bliss. As Darien's pace increased, Kekoa's legs draped about his hips, arching his body into the perfect angle for their mouths to dance. A scorching tongue parried with his in a lethal choreography designed to make him lose the remnants of his consciousness. Kekoa murmured into Darien's mouth, the sweetest agony reigning over him. "Mine."
    Kekoa swam in Darien's hazel lakes—minutes, hours, days of seductive invasion—robbing him of his senses. He hissed, "I won't break. Harder."
    Wet red curls swayed as Darien began the ramming his body needed now that the tenderness of the discovery had turned into full, destructive battering. Kekoa wanted to end up dismembered, devastated, scattered.
    CHAPTER 8
    I always thought I'd be the one covered by another man. By the Seven Planets, I'm losing it on Planet X!
    The clouds adorning Kekoa's head shimmered in the subdued light enveloping them, and contrasted with the burgundy and golden hues of the rug where the guardian lay, enraptured. On his back but in no way motionless, Kekoa embraced the pounding with resolute intensity and ardor, shattering all of Darien's inane concepts of age and beauty.
    "You feel incredible around my cock," Darien announced, breathing haphazardly.
    Kekoa met his assault with renewed intensity. "As you do inside me."
    The particle in the back of his mind screaming that this was his enemy and what he was doing was absolutely wrong drowned in the flood of sweltering passion laced with infinite gratitude. His squashed pride wanted to remain stoic, telling him he'd seduced his foe, but deep in the sacred vault of his heart, a little flame shone brighter by the second. He'd been the one conquered, and he went head-on to accept his defeat.
    Eighty starships had plummeted, like a meteor rain, leaving his heart unguarded for the taking. With each thrust, the closer he came to his orgasm, the more he realized Kekoa hadn't kept him as a mere hostage. Another thing existed, but in this instant, as his body prepared to surrender in annihilating ecstasy, as he peered into the mesmerizing abyss, he did not care.
    Cobalt suns scorched him as his body became a trillion fleeing atoms; the substance of things surrounding them changed into translucent energy, feathery whispers, irrevocable freedom.
    The condensation of his matter and the clench of the muscles milking the last drops of his climax brought a new wave of delight, and Darien found his voice. "What in the Seven Planets was that?"
    Kekoa smiled, sated, radiant and drenched in his own aftermath. Like a single word, he hissed, "A certainty."
    He nodded without a complete grasp of the intention or meaning of that response and rested his head on Kekoa's chest, unaffected by the mess and ready to drift.
    Armed with his newly found freedom, Darien became the big spoon on their immense bed, commanding the white-haired warrior's body more than once that night.
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    Since he'd been unconscious during his first teleportation, Darien stood dizzily in the atrium of the temple, trying to gather his bearings. He didn't recognize this area but was intimately sure none of the previous expeditions had come this deep within the complexes. While everything on the outside of the monuments looked well preserved but ancient, wherever he was right now seemed polished and maintained as if in constant use.
    They brought with them flowers, fruits and a medium-size cage with a lizard-like, otherworldly creature covered in blue-jewelled scales, reminding him of the feathers of a peacock.
    Breathtaking in a pristine silver ensemble, with a top similar to chainmail and his muscular legs covered by a material that seemed at once