Omari Haru #2
“No,” Adrian cut him off. He reached down and pinched the end of the sash that held Haru’s inner robes closed.
It was one of the first things he’d done after returning home—he’d changed into the robes of his clan and out of the more common trousers and shirt that were worn in Damardor.
The sash fell loose, and his robe parted to reveal a small expanse of bare skin.
“You will take your time, and I will help you wash. There’s no reason to rush. ”
“Except I am impatient.”
“I know, but you will have patience for me.”
Yes, he would. For Adrian, he could be patient.
Haru stood still while his heart raced like a rabbit chased by a fox. Adrian worked slowly, pulling away one layer of clothing after another. Each time he revealed bare skin, he pressed soft, warm kisses across it until it felt as if his Adrian had marked nearly all of Haru’s body.
When he was naked, he slipped into the hot water.
Adrian snagged a couple of plain black clips from the counter and helped Haru to pin up his long hair.
A contented sigh slipped from his parted lips as he lounged against the back of the tub and closed his eyes.
But that relaxed posture lasted only a moment.
Adrian picked up a cake of silky soap and dipped it into the water beside Haru.
His eyes popped open, and he watched the warm smile spread across Adrian’s lips as he soaped his hands.
“This isn’t necessary,” Haru murmured.
“Of course it’s not necessary,” Adrian scoffed as he ran his hands across Haru’s chest. “But are you telling me that if our roles were reversed, you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation to do this?”
Haru sat up enough to capture Adrian’s mouth in a blistering kiss that stopped his hands and put his lips and tongue to work.
He broke off the kiss and discovered Adrian was panting, gripping him with slick fingers, the soap lost somewhere in the depths of the water.
“You have no idea how ruthless I can be. I will take advantage of every opportunity.”
He gripped Adrian’s upper arms and pulled him into the tub and on top of him. Adrian squawked, but the water crashing over the sides of the tub and onto the floor drowned out the sound. Haru reclaimed his mouth in another brutal kiss.
Washing was forgotten. Together, they tugged at Adrian’s sodden clothes, struggling to remove them so that they could get to bare skin.
One of Adrian’s hands slipped between them and wrapped around Haru’s hard cock, stroking him.
Haru growled and tipped his head over the edge of the tub, his hips thrusting upward.
All thought of battling nightmares and the powers of a goddess were long gone.
There wasn’t a single whisper in his mind.
Just a stray idea that if maybe the Goddess of Nightmares had filled her life with endless lovers, she might have had an easier existence.
But then Adrian’s hot mouth covered that one spot on his neck that made his toes curl and sucked hard. Nothing else mattered except getting inside Adrian.
The only problem was this damn tub. It was too small and made maneuvering awkward. This would have to be replaced as soon as possible. In the meantime…
“Bed,” Haru snarled. He grabbed Adrian by the shoulders and pushed him upward, putting enough space between them so that his brain could start working. It faltered, though, as soon as he spotted Adrian’s hooded eyes, flushed face, and kiss-swollen lips.
With a lot of slipping and stumbling, they tumbled out of the tub and paused long enough to sort of pass a towel across their soaked bodies before rushing into the bedroom, leaving a trail of puddles behind them.
Haru remembered to snag a bottle of oil from his bathroom prior to falling on top of Adrian.
Their flushed, damp bare skin slid and tugged in just the right way, creating the most delicious friction as they came together.
A moan fell from Adrian’s lips as he pulled Haru between his spread legs, their cocks rubbing together.
Part of Haru wanted to slow things down.
This was their first time together in what he now saw as their bed, and he wanted to linger over every inch of his precious mate.
He wanted to kiss and suck every bit of him until Adrian was crying out for release.
But Adrian’s hands were already trembling as they clutched at him, and those beautiful gray eyes were black with desire.
Haru couldn’t wait any longer. He spared enough time to work some oil into Adrian’s body, stretching him so as not to cause any pain.
Adrian barely allowed him that much, with his pleading and demands forcing Haru to the edge of control.
It was only when Haru brushed the head of his hard cock across Adrian’s hole in a teasing fashion that the devilish man fell silent.
Their desperate, broken pants filled the room along with the soft creak of the mattress.
Haru pushed into him. He started to watch his body disappearing inside Adrian, but his mate groaned and shoved his head into the pillow, curving his thick neck into a sexy arch.
Haru’s eyes locked on that handsome face as his quivering lips parted and his eyes squeezed shut.
His normally ruddy complexion was even darker while drops of water still glistened on his cheeks in the pale light.
No one had ever looked so exquisite to Haru in all his long existence.