CHAPTER FOUR #2
The connection was perfect in its heat and desire, the depth of sensation coursing through Shae was shocking and fantastic.
Torin swept his tongue into Shae's mouth, rough and exacting.
His hands gripped him, holding him secure in a tight embrace.
The kiss went deep. Shae could taste the coffee on his breath, and he breathed it in.
Everything belonging to Torin was erotic and extraordinary.
The kiss moved, and Torin's lips were on Shae's jaw and his ear and trailing down his neck, and then he felt something sharp.
It was just a prick, a slight pain that instantly subsided into a pleasure that shot through him.
His cock strained against the much too thin sweats, and his back arched.
Torin had latched onto his throat, and the contact was about to bring Shae to climax.
Torin's hand slipped inside the loose sweatpants and gripped Shae's painful, throbbing cock and squeezed, staving off the inevitable release.
"No yet, sweetheart," Torin whispered against Shae's throat as he ran his tongue over the area he'd bitten.
The tongue was as erotic as the bite. The sensations came so fast that Shae felt the room spin, and his vision blurred.
Suddenly, his sweats were gone, and he lay on his back on the bed, Torin leaning over him, the air thick and charged with something he could not describe.
Torin's eyes flashed, and his face took on a darkness and angles that were unnatural yet stunning, with teeth sharp, prominent, and deadly.
The man was gorgeous in a way that was devastating and fierce.
Shae could feel his heart racing and his body reacting to every look and every touch.
Torin moved with a rhythm that was hypnotic and sensual, suggesting that there was much more to come, and Shae hoped there was much more.
All his misgivings took a back seat to his current all-consuming need for this very deadly man.
He didn't know if he should reach for him or keep his hands at his sides.
He didn't want to do the wrong thing, and he stopped because stopping would kill him.
Torin opened his belt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor before opening his pants and releasing his obviously large, hard, leaking cock.
It was marvelous, red, and throbbing, and proved he was as turned on as Shae.
His eyes returned to Shae's, and there was a silent question there to which Shae nodded his head, probably too eager, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He held Shae’s hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed and angled his ass up toward that amazing cock.
He could still remember the feel of Torin's hand on him, touching his most sensitive flesh. The memory alone made him jerk and nearly lose it. He was coming apart, and the man had not done anything yet.
His eyes never left Shae’s, and his face never lost its intensity.
He felt Torin’s fingers pressing against him.
They were cool and slippery, and he felt the first one enter gently, not forcefully, as he'd expected.
The assassin was gentle and attentive but also determined.
Then his head dipped, and he took Shae's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and then taking him to the base over and over. Shae cried out, arching upward.
The sensation had him coming almost immediately, and he caught the satisfied grin on Torin's face as he lost it in a grand fashion, coming and shouting his name no less. Shae realized he had little control over himself when in Torin's hands.
The fingers disappeared, and suddenly, he was being filled with Torin's massive cock. It stretched and pulled and filled him more completely than anything could. He held him on the edge of the bed with Shea's legs at his shoulders, and he hammered, forcing his way inside.
Shae had never been with someone so focused on pleasing him while reaching their own satisfaction. He stared at Torin's fierce look and saw something beneath the surface. There was a man there studying him, taking in every sound and every expression. He cared.
Torin slammed roughly inside and held, filling him, and seized his lips in a kiss that stole his breath away. Shae thought he would pass out as his vision blurred once again and stars danced on the periphery.
The kiss moved to Shae's jaw, and then his throat, and Shae noticed that Torin's heart was hammering as hard as his own.
This experience had been intense for both of them.
He wrapped his arms around Torin's shoulders and held him.
They stayed like that for a few minutes until Torin pulled back just a little and looked at Shae with those penetrating dark eyes.
"You're a beautiful little man, Shae. I love your enthusiasm, and I am so happily looking forward to our life together." Shae heard him but did not immediately process what he said. He ate up the praise and basked in the attention, and that was all he wanted to deal with at the moment.
"You look pretty good too, and you certainly know how to handle yourself and me for that matter." Yeah, he was talking too much, but what the hell, the sex was fantastic, and it had scrambled his mind a little.
Torin straightened slowly, with a gentleness that surprised every time.
The guy was not gentle. There was a vibe, an aura around him that hummed in a way that should have had him running, but it didn't. It should scare him, but his heart and intuition were calm and settled in this man's presence.
Soon Torin stood there with a warm washcloth, cleaning Shae in an intimate manner, something unbelievable and so sweet and kind.
When finished, he helped Shae back into his sweats and put on his shoes and socks as well.
The attention was crazy, but Shae did not interfere; rather, he ate it up.
Shae watched him kill that man in Massey's bedroom, quickly and without a thought or concern.
It was hard to equate that guy with the guy currently tending to Shae's cock with a lovely warm washcloth and dropping kisses to his lips as he did so.