[BL]Hunted by the God of Destruction-Chapter 253: Bedroom

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Bedroom
Victor didn’t wait for another plea. In one fluid, powerful motion, he scooped Elias into his arms, cradling him against his chest. Elias let out a gasp, his arms instinctively looping around Victor’s neck, his body pliant and trusting. The world blurred again with Victor’s dizzying stride as he carried him through the expansive suite.
The master bedroom was a cavern of shadows and silks, the vast bed an island in the center. Victor laid him down with a controlled, possessive surrender, letting Elias sink into the cloud-soft duvet. He followed him down, his body a welcome, crushing weight, one knee squeezing between Elias’ thighs, pressing against the heat that was already pooling there.
Victor’s mouth found his again, a deep, claiming kiss that stole the last of Elias’s breath. His hands, those elegant, deadly hands, roamed down Elias’s sides, tracing the new, gentle curve of his abdomen with a reverence that made Elias’s heart clench. The touch whispered,
mine, my mate, my creation.
Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of Elias’s remaining underwear, the flimsy silk, and with a soft tear, ripped them away.
The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Elias arched off the bed, a shudder running through his body at the sudden sound. The cool air of the room brushed his wetness, and the combined scent of his slick and Victor’s alpha musk became an almost visible fog around them.
Victor broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at the man splayed beneath him. His eyes were crimson-black pools of pure hunger, glinting in the dim light. He dragged a single finger through the mess of slick on Elias’s inner thigh, bringing it to his own lips, his eyes locked on Elias’s. He tasted it, his tongue swirling slowly around his fingertip, a low, approving rumble vibrating from his chest. "So sweet for me."
Elias whimpered, the sound strangled and desperate. His hips gave an involuntary jerk, seeking friction, seeking that touch where he needed it most. "Victor, please."
That was all the motivation he needed. Victor’s hands gripped Elias’s hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he yanked him down the bed, positioning him perfectly. He didn’t bother removing his own clothes, just unfastened his trousers with a quick movement of his right hand, freeing his thick, heavy erection. The sight of it, flushed and leaking, made Elias’s mouth water.
Victor leaned over him, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand guiding himself to Elias’s entrance. The blunt, hot head of his cock pressed against him, resting there for a moment, a promise of what was to come. Victor’s face was inches from his, his breath hot on Elias’s lips. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice gravel.
Elias’s eyes, which had fluttered shut in anticipation, snapped open. He was completely captivated by that crimson-dark gaze.
With a slow, powerful press, Victor pushed inside.
It was a stretch that bordered on pain for a single, breathtaking second, a delicious burn as his body yielded, opening for its alpha. Elias cried out, a sharp, broken sound, as Victor filled him, inch by impossibly thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt. He stayed there, perfectly still, his body trembling with the effort of restraint, letting Elias adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being so completely claimed, so utterly full.
"Gods, Elias," Victor gritted out, sweat beading on his temple. "You feel... you take me so perfectly."
Then he moved.
It was not a gentle rhythm. It was a claiming. A deep, punishing drag out until only the tip remained, followed by a hard, driving thrust back in that punched the air from Elias’s lungs. Each movement was a rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure, hitting a spot deep within him that made stars to burst behind his eyelids.
Victor’s pace was relentless, a piston-like rhythm that spoke of a primal instinct that took control. His grip on Elias’s hips was iron, surely leaving bruises, marks Elias would wear with mild annoyance tomorrow. The slap of skin against skin, the ragged symphony of their breathing, and the wet, slick sounds of their joining were the most erotic music Elias had ever heard.
He was lost in it, a creature of pure sensation. His hands scrambled for purchase, finally fisting in the expensive black fabric of Victor’s shirt, pulling him closer. He wrapped his legs around Victor’s waist, locking his ankles at the small of his back, pulling him in even deeper with every brutal, beautiful thrust.
"Right there," Elias sobbed, his head thrashing on the pillow. "Don’t stop, Victor, please, don’t ever stop."
Victor’s control shattered. A guttural growl tore from his throat, and he shifted his angle, driving into him with newfound ferocity. One hand slid from Elias’s hip, slipping between their sweat-slicked bodies to find his swollen, neglected cock. His fine fingers wrapped around him, stroking in time with his thrusts, the pressure perfect, almost maddening.
The dual assault was too much. Elias felt the coil of his orgasm, tight and white-hot, snap deep in his gut. His back bowed off the bed, a silent scream on his lips as pleasure shot through every nerve ending. His vision whited out, his body clenching around Victor’s in violent, rhythmic pulses, milking him, pulling him deeper.
The intense, silken squeeze of Elias’s climax was Victor’s undoing. With a final, shuddering roar, Victor plunged deep and stilled, his own release flooding into Elias, hot and endless. He collapsed forward, catching his weight on his forearms, his forehead resting against Elias’s, their panting breaths mingling.
For long moments, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the frantic hammering of their hearts. The room slowly came back into focus. Victor, still buried inside him, pressed a soft, startlingly tender kiss to Elias’s sweat-damp forehead.
He pulled out slowly, making Elias gasp at the sensitivity. Victor shifted, gathering Elias’s boneless, sated form against his side, pulling the rumpled duvet over them. He nuzzled into Elias’s hair, his breathing beginning to even out. His scent, now saturated with satisfaction and possession, wrapped around Elias like a blanket.
Elias drifted, hazy and content, his body humming with the echoes of pleasure. He felt Victor’s lips move against his temple, his voice a drowsy, contented murmur.
"I love you."