Page 58 of Serpent In White

“Is that what you want?” His voice vibrates into me like a deep bass.

I nod, slow and sure. “Only if you want to give it to me…”

Drake’s words come back to me.I can’t be anyone’s first kiss…

“Of course, I do,” Darian says like the purr of a jungle cat. But I’m still holding him down. I’m sure he could break free from my grip, but I think he wants it like this. I lean in closer, until my lips are hovering over his and he actually gasps. It’s a faint sound, but it flinches my cock against his through our clothes. “Kiss me, servant boy. Take what you want me to give.”

I don’t even think. For the first time with us, all hesitation is gone as I lower my mouth to his, pressing our lips together softly, yet firm enough that he grunts. One touch, one noise, and my cock is weeping in my pants.

Holy fuck…

Parting my lips over his lower, I suck it into my mouth, gently at first, but when he whimpers, I lose my damn mind. My hands leave his wrists and come up to his face, holding his jaw and his throat, kissing him like I have the slightest idea how, which I don’t.

But it doesn’t matter because he seems to be crumbling beneath me. My King…He loves what I’m doing.

“I do,” he whispers into my mouth, grabbing my waist hard enough to startle me, pulling me so close we’re practically one body. “More. God, give me more more more…”

My tongue slides into his mouth, licking his, tasting him, like scotch and hazelnut. He’s my dream flavor. Our lips work on one another, his owning the fuck out of me, even though I’m on top and I started this. He’s kissing me back, and it’s so sweet, so erotic; leisurely laps and nips and sucks.

I honestly never imagined that my first kiss would be with a boy, let alone aman. Let alone the Head Priest of The Principality.

Get out of your head and fucking kiss me harder, Abdiel. Bruise my lips, baby.

“Fuck…” I pant and give him everything I have, tasting his power and dominance and making it my own.

He wants me to overpower him. I can hear his thoughts, and while I never considered myselfdominant, for him I want to be. I want to ravage him; tear him to pieces and put him back together again.

I want to do to him what Drake has done to both of us.

“My gorgeous, delicious servant.” His voice is hoarse with arousal as his hands sink to my lower back. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.” My blood is rushing, mainly below my waist. I can feel it throbbing into my cock, hardening fast, until it’s trying to snake out of my jeans. “Pleasetouch me.”

“God, you’re so precious,” he growls. “So fucking delicious. I could feast on you all day and night and still never be full.” His large hands glide down to cup my ass, hard, and I mewl like a kitten.

His stubble burns the flesh around my lips, swimming my head into a frenzy of lust. His mouth is warm and wet, and his little gasps and moans slipping between my lips taste like him; a sweet and fiery flavor, like cinnamon candy.

He breaks our kiss to rasp, “Touch me,” squeezing my ass in two large handfuls.

So I do. My hands slink down his chest and abs, slipping inside his shirt. Curious fingers graze the line above his pants, soft skin and the hair of his happy trail disappearing into them. I trace it, feeling him quaver at my touch.

“Abdiel.” His tone is almost tortured in his need. “I want so much from you.”

“You can have anything, my King,” I tell him in between sucking on his lips with fervor.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, baby.” One of his hands slides up my back, fingers combing through my hair, stopping the merciless kisses so that our eyes can connect, deep green meeting topaz. “I don’t want to take from you what you wouldn’t give up willingly.”

“I am giving it.” I try to reassure him, though I probably seem just like the horny teenager I am, grinding my aching cock on his crotch, salivating over his delicious mouth and everything I want to do to it. “I’ll give you all of me. Any part you want.”

His lashes flutter and he groans quietly, giving me access to his neck I’ve dreamt of biting and sucking purple. I use the opportunity to drag my lips over his jaw, down the slope to his throat, grazing his Adam’s apple with my tongue until it moves with his swallow.

“Fuck me…” He pushes me down on his erection by my lower back.

“Is that a request?” I grin, and he peers at me, amusement hard to miss even beneath those lids hooded with fervent desire.

“Have you ever done that?” He lifts a cocky brow, and I can hear in his mind that he knows I haven’t.

“Doesn’t matter,” I rumble. “I know you want it. I can hear you, remember?”