CHAPTER 308: IT WAS PERFECT

Riven felt his heart race as Soren’s lips pressed against his. He knew things were going to go down, and he should have said no, but how could he? When Soren made him feel so good!

So what if he was still tired from last night, that will not stop him from doing his duty as a good transmigrator stuck in an R-18 BL novel!

It ignited a fire within him that battled against his fatigue. The soft caress of Soren’s hands along his sides sent shivers down his spine, stirring a desire that he thought he could suppress.

"Soren, wait," Riven did not think he would last another round.

"Do you want me to stop?" Soren’s voice was low, a tantalising whisper that wrapped around Riven like a warm blanket. Riven hesitated, feeling the weight of his exhaustion, yet the hunger clawed at him. He could still taste the remnants of their earlier passion, sweet and intoxicating.

"No," Riven finally breathed, his voice barely a whisper. The admission hung heavy in the air, electrifying.

With a smirk, Soren leaned in again, this time deepening the kiss, his tongue teasing Riven’s lips open. Riven surrendered, feeling any amount of hesitation he had fade away. He craved more—more of Soren’s warmth, more of his touch. The exhaustion began to melt under the heat of their connection.

Soren’s hands roamed freely, slipping under Riven’s shirt, fingers grazing over the taut skin of his abdomen. Riven gasped into the kiss, arching toward Soren, craving his touch like a moth to a flame. Soren broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Riven’s neck, leaving a path of heat and desire.

"Tell me what you want," Soren murmured against Riven’s skin, his breath hot and seductive.

Riven could not answer. He simply stared at Soren, unsure of what to say.

Soren understood anyway, guess he will have to do things the other way.

Soren’s hands were gentle yet deliberate as they explored Riven’s body, each kiss imbued with love and worship.

"Your heartbeat," he murmured, pressing his lips to the spot just above Riven’s heart, "is mine." Riven shivered at the warmth of Soren’s breath, his skin coming alive under Soren’s touch.

His lips trailed up to Riven’s neck again, kissing the place where his pulse lies. "I want to become the air you breathe..." He whispered.

Riven couldn’t help but blush at Soren’s words. Didn’t he just tease this snow leopard for not being good with words, what was with the sudden switch-up.

Soren aimed to reverently kiss every part of Riven’s body.

He moved further up. He placed a kiss on his little wolf’s cheek, and then at the corner of his eyes, "I wish you only looked at me."

He pressed a gentle kiss on the tips of Riven’s ears, "I love the way your ears twitch when you feel surprised..." Soren whispered again, making Riven shiver and his breath hitch.

Soren’s fingers tugged on Riven’s lower lip, which made him realise he was subconsciously biting his lip, something Soren did not like. "Didn’t I say I’m the only one allowed to bite you?"

Soren’s hands slid down Riven’s sides, slow and deliberate, until they rested snug on his hips. He leaned in so close that Riven felt his warm breath ghost across his mouth. For a heartbeat, they didn’t move, just stared at each other, Riven’s pulse drumming in his ears.

Then Soren tilted his head and kissed him.

It started soft, but it didn’t stay that way. Soren’s lips moved over Riven’s in a deep, claiming way, drawing out a quiet, needy sound from Riven’s throat. He parted his lips without thinking, letting Soren taste him.

Soren took the invitation greedily. His tongue swept against Riven’s, coaxing and teasing. One of his hands slid up to cradle the back of Riven’s neck, fingers threading into his hair. He held him there, exactly where he wanted him.

Riven shivered when Soren pulled back just enough to catch his lower lip between his teeth. He bit down, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough that Riven gasped. The tiny sting sent a rush of heat straight through his body.

"Like I said, only I can bite you."

Riven’s face flushed hot. He didn’t reply, he couldn’t, really, because Soren’s teeth were tugging at his lip again, just enough to make it ache in the best way.

Soren kissed him deeper then, tongue sliding slowly and possessively against his. He kept Riven’s lip pinned lightly between his teeth, just enough to tease, before letting it go with a wet little snap.

Riven sucked in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut. His hands came up to grip Soren’s shoulders.

Soren pulled back just a fraction, brushing his lips over Riven’s swollen mouth. "I could taste you like this all day," he whispered, his voice dark and velvet-soft.

He didn’t give Riven time to reply before kissing him again, deep and unhurried. His teeth grazed the same spot he’d bitten, and Riven’s body nearly gave out.

Soren felt the tremor and chuckled against his lips. "Careful," he teased, nipping him once more. "You’re going to fall if you don’t hold on to me."

Riven’s breath came faster. "Then... Don’t let go," he whispered.

Soren’s hand let go of Riven’s neck, they grabbed Riven’s hands instead, their fingers intertwined, and Soren brought them up for Riven to see.

He started rubbing Riven’s palms before pressing a light kiss on them. "I love the way they turn a beautiful shade of pink, I love how soft and delicate your hands are..."

Soren quickly pulled Riven closer, prompting Riven to grab onto Soren to prevent himself from falling, "And I love the way they reach for me, only me..."

"That- That’s so corny-" Riven struggled to say, he was so flustered, but he would not admit it.

"Really? I thought I did well." Soren remarked. "Hold onto me tighter." He added before moving swiftly.

As Soren knelt before him, the air thickened with anticipation. "Time for the final prayer," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. Riven felt a rush of heat flood through him, the blush creeping up his cheeks betraying the mix of eagerness and shyness that bubbled within.

Soren’s fingers trailed down to Riven’s shaft, teasing and tempting, eliciting soft moans that echoed in the quiet room. "You’re divine," he breathed, before taking Riven into his mouth, the heat and wetness igniting a fire deep within him. Soren’s tongue swirled expertly, coaxing out each sound, each gasp, as Riven’s fingers tangled in Soren’s hair, urging him closer.

Every motion was a prayer, every moan a hymn. Soren lavished attention, taking his time, teasing the sensitive spots, bringing Riven to the brink and pulling back just enough to make him ache for release.

Sure, many admired Riven, wanted him too, but he was Riven’s only devotee, and Soren took comfort in that. His eyes locked onto Riven’s, filled with a mix of devotion and primal hunger.

As Riven felt the tension building, he couldn’t help but thrust gently, searching for that perfect rhythm. Soren responded, matching his movements, the sacred dance of pleasure reaching its crescendo. Riven could hardly breathe, lost in the sensations, the reverence, the sheer bliss of being adored like this.

Soren’s worship of Riven was all-consuming, every touch and kiss a testament to his devotion. As he took Riven deeper into his mouth, his free hand slid down to his own straining cock, freeing it with a sense of urgency.

His hand moved in sync with his mouth, each stroke on himself mirroring the rhythm of his tongue on Riven. The room filled with the sounds of their mutual pleasure, Riven’s moans blending with Soren’s ragged breaths.

"Y- Just- just don’t slow down..." Riven managed between gasping and moaning. The pace was just perfect.

Riven watched, entranced, as Soren pleasured them both, the sight pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel every flick of Soren’s tongue, every stroke of his hand, as if they were one. The intensity built, their moans echoing in harmony, the connection between them palpable.

"Soren," Riven gasped, his body tensing, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Soren’s grip tightened, his strokes faster, more desperate. He could feel Riven’s climax approaching and matched it with his own, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

With a final, deep thrust of his mouth, Soren sent Riven over the edge, his own release following in a rush of ecstasy. They climaxed together, the room filling with their shared cries of pleasure, the moment transcendent and sacred.

As Soren pulled away, a glimmer of satisfaction danced in his eyes. He swallowed Riven’s release, savouring the taste, and looked up at him with a mix of concern and adoration. "How do you feel?" he asked, brushing his thumb gently over Riven’s cheek. "Was it too much? I know you said you were tired."

Riven shook his head, a shy smile spreading across his lips. "No, it was perfect."