Chapter 35

God, this was too much. Simply too much.

Wren completely lost himself. The walls around him, the man in the corner, the soft ambient music, the glow of the candles—all of it vanished, usurped by the wondrous sensations of pleasure coursing through him, crowding out all other stimuli.

It was a surprise, then, when Rufus pulled abruptly away, then rose up only to come down on top of Wren, stretching his body out above him so there was nowhere their skin didn’t meet. The all-over sensation of skin against skin made Wren shudder, gripping Rufus’s broad back. He reached up and bit down hard on Rufus’s neck, and Rufus took one hand to turn Wren’s face away from his neck and bring Wren’s mouth up to his own.