Chapter 7
He pulled Warin’s head down to him so their lips met. Anticipation soared through him, heating his blood. While before when he was shackled and could not see Warin he’d been frightened, the fear was gone and replaced with a growing need for the intimacy of joining their bodies.
“Scoot up,” Warin urged after they’d spent a few breathless moments kissing.
“What?”
“Scoot up on the bed.” Warin gently pushed Benedict to show him what he meant.
Benedict headed for the top of the bed, all the while wondering what Warin had in mind. He didn’t have to long to wait either, for Warin placed his hands on either side of Benedict’s buttocks and tilted him up toward the other man’s mouth.
Benedict tensed when Warin’s tongue darted into his entrance. “Ahhh.”
“Hush, relax. It’s not going to hurt,” Warin assured him. “You’re going to like it.”