Page 5 of Crimson Everlasting (The Crimson Vampire Coven #18)

He had his jacket off and removed his tie while holding Emrys transfixed in a stare that pierced to the bone.

The dark eyes, once again dancing with fire, were trained on him.

Emrys felt the heat of that stare and trembled with desire.

"I want to see you too," Trent said, and Emrys shook out of his stupor and eagerly pulled off his sweater and slipped his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it.

The cool air of the room brushed across his flesh, and he shivered from both the chill and the excitement present in Trent’s gaze. He’d never been so adored in his life. Trent looked at him like he was a prized possession, a special gift, and it felt amazing.

Trent reached over and looped his fingers into his waistband and pulled Emrys closer. He bent his head and whispered beautiful words against his ear, tickling and tantalizing, and Emrys could not resist, so he once again cupped that delicious bulge in the palm of his hand and squeezed.

“I love your touch.” He groaned, and Emrys rubbed his palm pressing into the hardness. Trent unfastened Emrys' pants with one hand and then slipped that hand inside and massaged his growing hardness, reveling in the firm heat.

“I love your touch too.” Emrys crooned and dropped his head back, closed his eyes, and took it all in. Trent smelled like life and love and forever. This was his man, his chance at never being lonely again.

Trent threaded his fingers through Emrys's hair and spread gentle, exploring kisses along his jawline and down the side of his throat.

The thrill danced on his flesh, leaving goose bumps.

Trent then took his hand and guided him closer to the wall.

Emrys had an idea of what he planned and was eager to move things along.

The pants and shoes were gone in an instant, leaving Emrys in just his dark blue briefs.

Trent's eyes ate him up, and his hands skimmed across his heated and needy flesh.

Emrys had pulled a small tube of lubricant from his pants pocket before Trent had tossed them aside. He handed it to Trent expectantly.

“I love a man who is prepared.” Trent’s voice was deep and sexy, and Emrys couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips.

The word 'love' had not escaped him, and although it was spoken lightly, its weight was felt.

In that moment, Emrys realized that he truly wanted this man to love him. Would it happen? Could it happen?

Suddenly, the briefs were torn from his body.

Trent picked him up, and Emrys wrapped his legs around Trent’s waist, and Trent pressed him against the wall for support.

Emrys instinctively held tight, and the sensations began to roil.

They were both naked, wrapped in each other's arms, and begging for more.

Emrys felt the large fingers pressing his hole, testing and massaging, and then suddenly and deliciously breaking through. His fingers were slippery and slid inside easily. First there was one and then two, and then there Trent was stretching him, forcing him open with a hard, rhythmic thrust.

Emrys held Trent’s shoulders and rocked his hips back and forth, working Trent's finger deeper and experiencing a trembling heat of explosive pleasure. His hands were skilled, and his fingers were masterful as they worked him and prepared him. He could feel Trent’s large cock pressing against him and ached to have him inside.

Trent made fast work of preparing him, clearly just as on edge as Emrys.

He lifted him slightly and positioned himself, and just like that, he sank slowly inside Emrys' stretched hole.

The feeling was out of this world. Emrys felt his eyes roll back in his head as the length and girth filled him, stretching him tight.

He held on and was secure between Trent and the wall, his legs holding Trent in a vise-like grip.

He felt Trent’s lips skimming lightly across the overheated flesh on his shoulder, and then he felt a light nip.

Trent had bitten him. He was tasting him, not feeding, but taking a taste, and Emrys sensed that he was pleased.

"You're delicious, my love. I want to eat you up.

" He said, and Emrys laughed softly, enjoying the sexy play.

Trent began to slam inside over and over as he continued to trail kisses across Emry's shoulder and neck.

"Come for me, baby," Trent commanded and sped up his thrust, and Emrys had to tighten his hold in order to hold on, gripping and digging his fingers into Trent's shoulders while pressing his heels into the small of his back. The ride was fantastic.

Emrys felt the pressure building and the sensations raging through him, stiffening and tightening his reactions.

The climax was coming, and he could feel Trent rising to his own finish.

Trent pounded inside, gripping Emrys tight, and then came with an intense growl that emerged from the depths of his soul.

The emotions flooding between them were powerful.

Emrys exploded, spreading warm seed between them, covering his lover in his seed and feeling the heat of Trent's essence filling him.

The moment was charged with a feeling, a finality, and an enthusiasm that made his entire body shake.

This was a connection unlike any other. This bond was fated.

He recognized this union and the thought of what this meant to him and to Trent was miraculous.

He was not going to be alone in his new beginning.