16. The Passion

Ranulf's POV

I wanted him, badly. I was going into his mind. His feelings, his realization, his desire and most of all his sadness moved me. All was showing off from his aura like fireworks, luminous colors displayed from him. And it was making me want him completely.

He was in my arm, my pants were off in seconds, I could read his thoughts clearly. For the rest of his life. He was wanting me that bad, and my feelings were high on euphoria. In that fraction of a second my lips were back to his, he was welcoming me as we molded together perfectly.

He was caressing my back just under my wings, the feelings goes straight down to my dick as it gets hard instantly. He was groaning when he feels me grinding to his twitching dick. I was licking and sucking his throat to his liking, he was moaning my name deliciously.

I was wanting him so bad, and I was trailing my kisses down and spreading his thighs roughly making him