Page 76 of Night Fae

Holy hell.

He'd dreamed of this. Fantasized about it countless times. But nothing could compare to reality; to having Zev's actual mouth on him rather than just in his mind—to the feeling of Zev's actual hand gripping the inside of his thigh rather than just in his imagination.

"I can't—" Malik moaned, his fingers tightening in Zev's hair.

He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

Zev's grip loosened, and Malik's hips jerked up instinctively, thrusting into Zev's mouth. Zev didn't resist, letting Malik fuck into him as deeply as he desired, allowing Malik to set the pace.

The pressure built, and before long, he was crying out, spilling hot and hard into the waiting warmth. Stars danced along the edge of his vision, and he closed his eyes briefly against their brightness, trying to catch his breath.

Zev released his softening cock and crawled over him, hovering above Malik on his elbows, his face inches away. His lips glistened with moisture, his cheeks flushed slightly with exertion.

He was gorgeous.

Malik couldn't resist reaching up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing across Zev's bottom lip.

Zev captured it in his teeth, biting down lightly before releasing it. He leaned in closer until their breaths mingled.

"Let me have you," he murmured, voice rough from use.

The words sent a thrill racing down Malik's spine, pooling low in his stomach with renewed desire. "You can have whatever you want."

Zev's eyes flashed, and then his mouth claimed Malik once more, stealing what little air remained in his lungs. The kiss was fierce, demanding. Hungrier than the others.

It tugged at Malik, at his core. Lightly, but still. The magic between them pulsed, flaring brightly. Suddenly, Malik wasn't sure if Zev had asked permission to feed or permission to fuck.

Maybe both. He was fine either way because the answer remained the same. Yes. Yes to everything. Anything Zev wanted. Anything at all as long as he didn't stop kissing Malik, touching him, pressing him down into the mattress.

Malik arched up, rubbing against Zev's body, feeling Zev's erection through the material of his pants. He ached for more, for that thick length buried within him. He needed it. Needed Zev.

Needed whatever the night fae had to give him.

But Zev pulled back, breaking the contact. His breathing was unsteady as he gazed down at Malik.

"You make me want to do things I shouldn't," he whispered.

The words sent another wave of arousal rushing through Malik despite his recent orgasm.

He reached out tentatively, running his hand over the front of Zev's shirt and then lower, palming the outline of his cock through his pants. "Do them anyway," he urged.

The world hung suspended between them, and Malik worried that Zev would withdraw. But they'd both come too far to turn back now. Too far to pretend that they could stop.

Zev studied the human under him.

Malik stared up at him with lust-clouded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His cheeks were flushed with color, lips swollen from kissing.

He looked perfect.

Beautiful. Eager. Willing.

Too willing. He wouldn't stop Zev if Zev lost control and drained him dry—and that terrified him more than he wanted to admit.

More than it should.

This human...

Why was Zev still so firmly linked to him? Their dream connection should have faded by now. And yet... Zev could easily tap into the current of power flowing between them. Could take whatever he wished from Malik.