Semua Bab Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire : Bab 111 - Bab 116

The night stretched before them, an uncharted promise of discovery, passion, and a bond growing fiercely between two souls from different worlds. The air between them felt charged, thick, like lightning waiting to strike. Neither moved away; both leaned in, pulled by something too primal to resist.Their mouths met again, harder this time, heat pressed against heat, teeth grazing, lips dragging until the kiss turned almost bruising. Keenan shuddered under it, caught between fear and hunger, while Geoff devoured him with slow, deliberate control, like a man memorizing the taste of salvation.Geoff’s hand roamed lower, sliding along the sharp ridge of Keenan’s ribs, fingers splaying against the tense lines of his stomach. He could feel every tremor, every shallow breath, each one a confession that Keenan couldn’t voice aloud. His touch was reverent, yes, but possessive too, claiming territory inch by inch, mapping skin like he

Geoff should’ve been spent. His body was still twitching from the force of release, lungs burning for air, sweat stinging his eyes. But lying there, sprawled over Keenan, their skin sticky with heat and cum, he realized he wasn’t done, not even close.Neither was Keenan.Keenan trembled beneath him, chest heaving, dark hair plastered to his forehead, but his eyes, half-lidded, dazed, still burned when they met Geoff’s. His lips, swollen, red, parted, let out shaky breaths, and when Geoff shifted, cock brushing Keenan’s thigh, Keenan’s hips answered with a restless roll, cock already stirring, hard again, aching.Geoff groaned low in his throat, voice rough. “You’re going to kill me.”Keenan’s breathless laugh cut into a gasp as Geoff dragged a hand down his stomach, over the slick mess of cum coating their skin, smearing it between his fingers. He pressed lower, hand wrapped Keenan’s cock, stroked slow, teasing,

The next morning broke bright, sunlight streaming through the blinds in slanted gold lines. Keenan stirred against Geoff’s chest, blinking at the strange ceiling as if he still expected stone and timber instead of plaster and paint. He didn’t say anything right away, only pressed his face into the warmth of Geoff’s shoulder and inhaled as though anchoring himself.When Geoff finally coaxed him out of bed, Keenan dressed with stiff dignity, as though armor rather than soft cotton clung to his body. Yet his eyes betrayed him, darting, curious, catching every oddity in the room and beyond.Keenan walked through the city at Geoff’s side, his eyes climbing higher and higher until they reached the jagged crown of glass and steel above. He tried to hold his composure, but words betrayed him before he could stop them.“Those dragons stand so still,” he muttered, staring at the skyscrapers. “How do you keep them from waking?”