Chapter 360: The Demand for His Eyes

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Behind them, the door slammed shut with a heavy, jarring thud that rang through the empty space.

Cherion was clinging to Zarius’s coat, his chest heaving so violently he could barely catch his breath. His head was spinning.

He genuinely had no idea how they had managed to get here in what felt like less than five minutes. They had blurred past two guards near the secondary archway and a pair of maids carrying fresh linens, all of whom immediately pressed themselves flat against the stone wall, keeping their eyes glued to the floor.

The staff possessed a very healthy survival instinct. They knew that look on Zarius, and nobody was about to stand between him and whatever, or whoever, he was going after.

"Honestly, I had no idea we were such star runners," Cherion choked out, his cheeks burning as the sheer embarrassment caught up to him. "We could probably join a marathon at this point. They’re all probably wondering why the hell we..."

Zarius didn’t give him the chance to finish the thought.

Before Cherion could even steady his trembling legs on the carpet, Zarius pulled him into a deep, crushing kiss that completely cut off the air in his lungs. Zarius stole the rest of the sentence right out of his mouth, his lips coming down hard. Cherion barely had time to gasp before his knees immediately quit their job, leaving him scrambling to haul his hands up to Zarius’s shoulders just to stay vertical. Zarius’s arms wrapped around him like vice grips as he hauled him backward until the edge of the massive bed caught Cherion right behind the knees.

They tumbled onto the mattress together in a heap of tangled limbs and heavy blankets.

Cherion let out a soft, winded gasp against Zarius’s lips as the mattress gave way beneath them. Before Cherion could even process being horizontal, Zarius was already hovering over him with a look in his eye that made Cherion’s heart instantly sprint out of his chest.

Since the heavy lifting with Cherion’s trousers was already taken care of, Zarius’s broad hand slid straight down his stomach, long, warm fingers slipping between Cherion’s thighs to find the slick heat waiting for him.

Cherion’s back arched off the bed with a sharp, involuntary gasp.

Zarius’s fingers pressed gently against the tight, slick opening, testing him. A smirk spread across his face as his hands came away drenched in slick, turns out, their reckless hallway detour had prepared Cherion a little too well.

"Look at that," Zarius purred, his voice a low, gravelly rumble right against Cherion’s flushed ear as his thumb stroked over the sensitive bundle of nerves above. "You’re already dripping for me, Cherion. Just from a few touches against the wall."

"Shut up..." Cherion whimpered, covering his face with his hands as a violent shiver ran down his spine. "You... you were the one dragging me down the hall like a lunatic..."

Zarius let out a quiet, rumbling chuckle. He sat up on his knees over Cherion, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the sheets. With one hand, he effortlessly reached down and yanked Cherion’s trousers and undergarments straight down his legs, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.

At the same time, Zarius shoved his coat and shirt off in one furious motion, tossing them to the floor. He didn’t bother stripping completely; he just popped his pants open and freed his heavy, fully erect length, completely done pretending he had any self-control left.

Zarius paused for a brief second, his heavy gaze scanning every inch of Cherion’s exposed, trembling body sprawled across the silk sheets. Cherion’s shirt was still tangled around his elbows, exposing his bare, flushed chest, his nipples hard and swollen from Zarius’s mouth, his thighs parted and trembling in mid-air.

Zarius swallowed hard, the terrifying, unhinged predator act dropping for a single heartbeat to let something ridiculously tender slip through.

"You know," Zarius murmured softly, his hand reaching down to grip Cherion’s hip, "it’s not like this is the first time we’ve done this. But every time I look at you like this... my heart races like it’s the very first time."

Cherion forgot how to breathe for a second. The absolute sincerity in Zarius’s voice hit him like a freight train, completely flattening whatever embarrassment he had left into mush.

"Zarius..." Cherion whispered, his hands reaching up to grip Zarius’s forearms.

Zarius didn’t wait any longer. He reached down, hooking his broad hand beneath Cherion’s hip, and pulled him forward to the very edge of the mattress. Aligning his broad head at the slick, wet opening, Zarius leaned over him and thrust straight inside with one continuous, ruthless motion.

"Ah...! God!"

A loud, uninhibited moan tore from the very bottom of Cherion’s chest, ringing out clearly through the heavy quiet of the bedroom. Now that they were behind locked doors, Cherion didn’t have to bite his wrist or muffle his voice. His head cracked back against the pillows, his mouth parting wide as his eyes rolled back into his head, a thin, helpless string of saliva slipping from the corner of his lips as his brain completely turned to liquid.

The feeling of Zarius filling him so deeply, so completely, sent a white-hot shockwave shooting straight up Cherion’s spine. His toes curled into the sheets, his thighs clamping tightly around Zarius’s waist on pure instinct.

"Zarius... ah! Zarius!" Cherion wept out, his hands clawing at the bedspread.

Zarius groaned heavily, his jaw clenching as Cherion’s tight, pulsing walls squeezed around him like a burning velvet vice. He began a heavy, relentless pace, his hips driving forward with a deep, punishing rhythm that made the heavy bed frame creak against the floor.

Whenever Cherion felt the sensory overload becoming too much, his eyelids fluttered shut, trying to retreat into the dark safety of his own mind.

Zarius wasn’t having it.

Zarius reached up, his broad palm cupping Cherion’s cheek, his fingers digging gently into his skin to force Cherion’s head up.

"Open your eyes, Cherion," Zarius growled, his voice thick with possessive demand as he slammed back inside him. "Look at me. Don’t you dare close your eyes."

Cherion forced his eyes open, his vision blurred with helpless tears of pleasure. Looking directly into Zarius’s dark, burning gaze while their bodies slammed together made the intense intimacy almost unbearable.

Zarius leaned down, crashing his mouth back over Cherion’s in a hot, messy kiss. He kept thrusting ruthlessly, his tongue sliding deep into Cherion’s mouth, catching every breathless, desperate gasp Cherion tried to make.

"Zarius... ah! It’s too much..." Cherion choked out against his lips the second Zarius broke the kiss for air. His fingers dug frantically into Zarius’s shoulders, his nails leaving faint marks through the expensive fabric of his coat. "You’re... you’re going right through me... I swear I can feel you in my throat!"

"Good," Zarius growled, shifting his angle slightly and hitting that sweet, electric spot deep inside that made Cherion’s whole body shudder violently. "Take it."

"Ah! Zarius! Please... harder!" Cherion screamed out, completely surrendering any remaining shred of restraint.

Hearing Cherion beg so openly shattered whatever control Zarius had left. Zarius let out a dark, guttural growl, speeding up his pace into a fierce, breathless tempo that drove Cherion straight toward the edge of the cliff.

Thick heat spurted from the tip of his length, spilling over their abdomens.

Zarius didn’t stop thrusting for even a second. Instead, he reached down with one broad hand, cupping the warm release pooling over Cherion’s stomach and smearing it back over Cherion’s trembling skin and sensitive tip with a satisfied grin.

"Look at what you made," Zarius growled against his ear, his hips slamming forward with punishing speed. "You’re drowning us both, Cherion..."