Page 31 of Broken Obsession

The Black Hart took him back in his mouth and sucked him all the way down, so far that his nose pressed against his pelvis.

Even though he’d been on the precipice for a while now, the orgasm still somehow snuck up on him. Eden screamed and jerked, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring, the pressure in his groin emptying in bursts as he came down Ares’ throat. It seemed to go on forever, like he was unloading every fluid available within him, and the Black Hart didn’t seem to mind.

Ares kept Eden buried in his warm, wet mouth, gulping down his come as though he were chugging a beer and not another man’s spunk.

The image would be forever seared on his brain, Eden was sure of it. The sight of this powerful man on his knees, pleasuring him.Enjoyingit. He shuddered and then finally stopped coming, going boneless in the chair all at once.

The twitching lingered, his fingers flexing, hips jerking every now and again. He couldn’t control his body, or his mind, for that matter. All thought had fled, leaving him an empty vessel, drifting in a sea of nothingness.

Chapter 7:

Ares may have…broken him. Like, really broken him.

He undid the ropes, but Eden didn’t move, just continued to stare blankly up at the ceiling. Figuring it was too cold to leave him like this, Ares picked him up, carrying him bridal style toward the bedroom and into the attached bathroom.

When he placed Eden’s feet on the ground, the man’s arms came around his waist, tightening with the same level of strength Ares had felt earlier when he’d punched him.

It seemed like they were past the stage where Eden tried to get rid of him. That was good. Progress.

Ares held him steady as he got the shower ready, testing the spray and adjusting the nozzles until he was sure the temperature was just right. Then he pulled Eden’s robe off—which was difficult, since Eden didn’t want to let go of him—and picked the naked man up a second time, lifting him just over the lip of the stall, before setting him within the glass box.

Water cascaded down Eden’s chest, but he still gave no reaction.

Okay…

Ares rotated his neck to get the kinks out and started stripping out of his jacket and shirt, eyes locked onto Eden, whowas fortunately able to stand on his own if nothing else. Once there was no fear of getting his clothes wet, Ares stepped closer and started cleaning Eden off, hand gently rubbing between his thighs.

“None of that,” he softly chided when Eden’s dick twitched, the sound of his voice finally seeming to break the spell enough that the older man blinked at him.

“I already showered,” Eden said dumbly. He swayed, hands coming up to brace himself on Ares’ shoulders.

“Relax, almost done.” He’d simply wanted to warm him up and clean off any lingering spit. The come he’d taken care of with his mouth, but the rest…Ares didn’t want Eden waking in the middle of the night feeling gross.

He finished the task quickly and then helped Eden out of the stall, toweling him off. The robe remained on the floor where he’d left it. That ugly piece of crap had no business touching something that belonged to Ares, and he added the item to his mental checklist of things to buy.

There was no resistance when he carried Eden to the bedroom, or when he put him to bed and settled the covers around him. Little by little, the Starling’s gaze was becoming more focused, and Ares sat on the edge of the mattress to wait for him to come down from the orgasm high he was clearly experiencing.

Experimentally, he ran his fingers through Eden’s blond hair, brushing the strands off his forehead. It was soft, wet from the shower. Real. He was warm from the shower, safely tucked into bed…

It appeared that Ares liked taking care of the other man.

“What an unexpected reality.” He couldn’t recall the last time he’d cared for anyone. Maybe Zar…

Maybe…not.

He couldn’t be sure.

“You’re frowning,” Eden whispered, almost as though he was afraid to disturb the moment and break the quiet. “Why?”

“It’s nothing.” He wouldn’t know how to explain even if he’d wanted to. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just had the best orgasm of my life, and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” Eden’s gaze dropped to Ares’ lap.

“Not tonight.”

“But you will, right?”

Ares chuckled. “I will.”