Ren’s face went a shade deeper of crimson. Even now, in the middle of this wreck of a night, Cilian couldn’t help himself from saying all sorts of things. The embarrassment burned through the haze of Ren’s desire, and he snapped, his voice trembling but sharp.

"Just shut up for one second! Would it kill you to not speak at all?"

Cilian let out a rich, breathy laugh that vibrated against Ren’s skin. He didn’t look offended; if anything, the spark of fire in Ren’s eyes seemed to intoxicate him further.

"If I don’t verbally admire you, Ren," Cilian whispered, leaning down until his nose brushed against Ren’s, "then should I do it physically?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. His left hand began a slow, agonizing trail down Ren’s trembling chest. He moved past the ribs, past the stomach that was fluttering with nerves, until his fingers found the heat of Ren’s hard dick, causing Ren to flinch.

He wrapped his hand around Ren’s dick, giving a slow, gentle stroke that made Ren’s back arch off the bamboo bed.

Ren’s head fell back, a strangled moan catching in his throat. His ’Hard Heart’ was a million miles away, replaced by the sheer, overwhelming reality of Cilian’s touch. The scent of frost was everywhere, chilling Ren’s skin even as his blood turned to lava.

"Cilian..." Ren breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he finally let go of the last thread of his resistance. He gripped the thin mattress of the bamboo bed and let out a choked sob. "I... I’m going to cum. Stop,"

"Do you really want me to stop?" Cilian asked, grinning sheepishly as he increased the speed of his stroke, finally pressing his thumb on the tip that made Ren see stars.

He gasped as he ejaculated, semen splurting out of his dick and spraying over his body as his body jerked, the aftermath of the tension causing his mind to swim in ecstasy.

Cilian watched him, his expression one of dark, reverent obsession. Psychotic and perverted obsession.

"There," Cilian said, bringing his hand to his mouth and shamelessly sticking his tongue out to lick the semen on his fingers. "That wasn’t so bad."

Ren wanted to curse at him, call him a pervert, but his voice wouldn’t come out, and then Cilian leaned down, spreading Ren’s legs and kissing the sensitive skin of Ren’s inner thigh before moving up all the way to Ren’s gaping and leaking hole. Beautiful. He thought as he stared at the spot that had Ren’s musky and sweet scent the thickest. Mine.

He sniffed it, and Ren flinched.

"What are you...?" he couldn’t even finish asking as Cilian stuck his tongue in, and resumed stroking Ren’s already sensitive dick, determined to make Ren feel every bit of the ’honeymoon’ he had promised.

"No, n-no, stop... I... I just came," Ren struggled, but even with both hands pressed on Cilian’s head, brushing into his damp blonde hair, he couldn’t push Cilian off. "Stop," his voice broke, his shoulders trembling as he whispered, "It’s dirty,"

"Haha," Cilian laughed. "There’s no part that’s dirty when it comes to you, Ren," he said, his teeth gently grazing his balls. "It all tastes great,"

Ren shuddered at the level of shamelessness this man had, but it wasn’t new. Even back then, he did this too. What kind of obsession did he have with licking his hole?

The hut creaked under the weight of the silence that followed Cilian’s laugh, a sound that felt more intimate than any of the verbal taunts he had thrown at Ren all evening.

Ren felt the rough texture of the bamboo mattress against his back, a harsh contrast to the slick, electric heat of Cilian’s tongue.

Every time Cilian’s teeth grazed him, or his tongue flicked against that sensitive spot between his balls and his hole, a fresh jolt of electricity shot up Ren’s spine. He was already spent, his muscles twitching from the first ejaculation, yet his body was betraying him once again.

His dick, still sensitive and slick, began to stir under Cilian’s teasing strokes.

"Stop," Ren whispered again, but the word was hollow, lacking any real force. It just made it sound like he wanted more of what Cilian was doing to him, feeding Cilian’s ego even more.

His fingers were still tangled in Cilian’s damp blonde hair, but instead of pushing him away, they were curling tighter, anchoring the Alpha in place, as if that was just the right place to be, contradicting his words just now.

"Haaa!" He let out a shaky breath.

The scent of frost was suffocating now, swirling around the heavy, muskier scent of Ren’s arousal. Cilian didn’t listen. Well, he didn’t have to. Not with Ren’s body acting contrary to his words.

He moved with a single-minded hunger, his face flushed as he tasted Ren, his breath hot against Ren’s skin.

To Cilian, this wasn’t just an act of pleasure; it was a ritual. He was devouring the very essence of the person he had nearly lost, and he did it with a shamelessness that made Ren’s head spin.

"You... you’re a pervert," Ren choked out, his head falling back as Cilian’s tongue pushed deeper, swirling with a precision that made Ren’s toes curl into the bamboo.

"I’m your husband, Ren," Cilian murmured against his skin, the words vibrating through Ren’s thighs. He pulled back just enough to look up at Ren, his gold-brown eyes dark and glassy, a stray drop of Ren’s essence juice glistening on his bottom lip. "And a husband is allowed to appreciate every inch of his bride."

Ren wanted to scream, to remind him that this was all an act; he shouldn’t lean into the role with all his might. Just because they had fooled some locals didn’t mean they had succeeded in fooling themselves.

Ren was still Cilian’s slave. They were still enemies; he had a lot of Ren’s family blood on his hands and lies in his heart, but none of those words made it out as Cilian moved back up, his body heavy and warm as he settled himself between Ren’s spread legs.

Cilian leaned down, his chest pressing against Ren’s, and the raw, unbandaged wound on his shoulder brushed against Ren’s skin.

The sting of the blood and the heat of the Alpha’s body forced Ren to open his already teary eyes. Cilian was staring at him with that same psychotic, reverent obsession, his hand moving to Ren’s jaw to tilt his head up.

"Don’t look away, Ren," Cilian whispered, his voice eerily light. "Look at me while I take you," he breathed heavily, that obsessive and intoxicated look in his eyes bleeding out lust and greed. "Watch me take what’s mine."