Captive Mate BL-Chapter 461: + - +

It was all Nikolai could do to curb the urge to spank Angelo until his hand prints were branded on the assassin’s skin.

Slick spilled out of his hole as Nikolai dug his fingers into the globes of his ass, red hand prints left behind, doing a not so great job of keeping himself in check.

Angelo’s trembling got more pronounced, muffled whimpers coming from him like he was biting down on the pillow to keep his sounds in.

Nikolai glanced past his raised ass to the tableau of wild black hair splayed out in front of him. He moved to the side to put himself beside Angelo, a hand still on his ass.

"What are you doing?"

Angelo lifted his head, blinking the blurriness out of his eyes as he tried to focus on Nikolai. "I-" He choked on his words because Nikolai pushed his middle finger into his hole, his head dropping back down.

Nikolai lifted his head with his free hand, studying the pleasure on Angelo’s face with approval and satisfaction.

"So sensitive." He murmured, letting him go to focus on opening up his slick-soaked hole.

The first time had been all wrong, neither of them had been ready and Angelo had moved too fast. So he wasn’t made privy to such important information like how sensitive Angelo was.

He only had a single finger in and he hadn’t moved yet but the assassin’s knees could barely hold up his weight.

Nikolai pulled out his middle finger, staring at it ravenously. He slowly pushed it back in, dissatisfied at Angelo going back to muffling his reactions when he no longer held his face up.

He wanted to see Angelo’s face, those round lips parted panting for him, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure but he didn’t want to hurt him so he would have to fuck him on his back later.

He kept his thrusts gentle, torturing himself with the pace. Slick spilled around his fingers, Angelo was so tight, the assassin sucked him in and clamped down.

His dick almost hurt in desperation as he pulled out his middle finger completely to push in two fingers... Yeah, his dick was going to blow before he got Angelo prepped enough.

Nikolai thrust shallowly with two fingers a few times before pulling out to make it three.

Angelo let out a soft cry that even the pillow couldn’t muffle, it made Nikolai freeze up, his blood running cold.

Angelo turned his face to the side then, pushing his hair out of the way to try to catch Nikolai’s attention. "Don’t stop," He protested plaintively when he did, his voice feather-soft.

Nikolai moved on autopilot at the order, pulling out to the tip of his fingers before thrusting back in, focused on Angelo’s face.

The assassin went back to hiding his face, it made the edges of Nikolai’s lips turn down, his fingers picking up the pace, his thrusts getting cruel.

Angelo’s muffled moans ticked him off further, the assassin didn’t verbally tell him to stop but he tried to shy away from the sudden onslaught.

Nikolai calmly caught him by his waist and held him in place. He often blindfolded the women he bedded and sometimes had them in masks... their faces were all the same.

Conventionally pretty, barely able to mask their fear of him. It held no interest for him.

But he really wanted to see Angelo’s face right then, he wanted them nose to nose so he wouldn’t miss even a fraction of his expressions.

Impatient, he pulled out his dripping fingers, his grip never leaving Angelo’s waist. With a hand he swiftly undid his belt, tossing it over a shoulder.

He should take his pants off, his dress shirt off as well, they restricted him but he had completely run out of patience, he didn’t want to let go of Angelo, and right then, very little could make him.

Outwardly calm despite the fire in his veins, Nikolai stroked his dick, his scent that was usually masked by the perfume of his cigars was out in the open now.

He smelled clean and cold like the first snow of winter, with a surprising undertone of soothing sandalwood.

There was nothing cool and soothing about the way he fucked into into Angelo, pulling the assassin up until their bodies were pressed together, the new position making him go in impossibly deeper.

Nikolai finally got what he wanted, the chance to see Angelo’s face. He placed an arm across his damp body to keep him from falling forwards, leaning his head forward to better hear the sounds of Angelo’s soft crying.

He turned the Omega’s face towards his to claim his lips, tasting salty tears and dark sweetness. Angelo was like putty in his hold, tears stained his lashes, his hands weakly holding onto his arm around his middle.

Nikolai pulled away before he was consumed with the urge to bite down on the soft lips he tasted, tucking his face in the curve of Angelo’s neck, his free hand wandering.

He waited patiently for Angelo to adjust to him, frowning suddenly. Angelo had kept his eyes closed while he kissed him, so he hadn’t seen... frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

He lifted his head and turned the assassin’s face to the side so he could see his face again. Angelo still had his eyes closed and his head drooped, round lips pouted.

"Look at me," Nikolai murmured, the strain he felt from holding himself back audible in his voice.

Angelo’s eyes were dark with pleasure, heavy-lidded as he stared up at him, recognition in those pale green depths.

There was nothing of the empty look in his eyes, his face was flushed, eyes glassy with tears... Nikolai swept the tip of his tongue over his canines, Angelo really tempted him to eat him all up until there was nothing left but blood on his teeth and black cherries on his tongue.

"Hmm?" "Angelo hummed trying to put on an act like he was present, heavy eyes droopy, black hair wild.

"Fuck,"Nikolai cursed, wrapping both his arms around the assassin.

He still had his dick buried in Angelo, a little scared to move, he didn’t trust that he wouldn’t lose himself.