And it was one hell of a ride.
Ronan believed that he stopped breathing a few times while he gazed at the amazing man on top of him.
Towering above him like a tenacious conqueror, Lucien rammed their bodies together and drove them both along the peak of pleasure ever so slowly.
Slow and torturous.
Lucien was so beautiful.
Ronan had always acknowledged that, but he never realized how much more beautiful Lucien could be.
As he spat out and swallowed Ronan's massive organ, glistening sweat started to build on his forehead.
The tiny droplets gradually merged into large beads that ran down the defined lines on his chest and abdomen and splashed against Ronan's body.
Lucien's mouth was slightly open, his eyes tightly shut as he arched his back and impaled himself on Ronan's cock again and again.
