Page 48 of A Demon's Trust
Dimri’s claws scraped against Roque’s sides, leaving marks that Roque would proudly wear.He could feel himself getting closer with every movement, and he couldn’t wait.
“Look at me,” Dimri demanded.
Roque swallowed and met his gaze.The intensity in Dimri’s eyes almost pushed Roque over the edge, but he needed just a little more.He reached between them to stroke himself in time with Dimri’s thrusts, desperate for release.
“That’s it,” Dimri whispered, his pace faltering.“Come for me.”
That did it.Roque threw his head back with a cry as he came, his vision going white.Dimri followed, a low groan escaping him as he buried himself deep and spilled inside Roque.
For a while, neither of them moved.Roque wished they never had to.He wanted them to stay in this room, away from everyone, and forget about their responsibilities.They couldn’t do that forever, but Ramiel was gone.Berith and his territory were safe.Roque and Dimri had done their jobs, and they could enjoy the peace.
For however long it lasted.
