I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 57 Love

Heron picked up the dagger, took Lucas's hand and entered the bedroom.

They closed the doors and windows, and Lucas lit the fireplace.The room warmed up quickly, and the light of the flames, like the golden coral floating with the current on the sea floor, danced and filled the whole room.

Helen was wearing a golden red robe and sat directly on the bed.He bent one leg at the edge of the bed, and the other slumped down to support his body.

Golden flames climbed half of his body.The gold powder sprinkled on the black hair is very dense, like a gold-plated and diamond-studded hairnet.Those deep black eyes were drawn with thick ink lines, and the eyelashes were gilded by the firelight, giving them a gorgeous beauty that was overly carved.

This kind of beauty with heavy makeup has a somewhat evil temperament.Even every strand of his hair exudes a golden aura of wealth, and his facial features are exquisite to the point of coquettishness; it seems that the magic covering the black forest, the witch's metallic black nails, and the golden poisonous snake entrenched in the cave spit out letters, in short, they are the most dangerous and charming things .

"Lucas, turn around and look at me." He lowered his voice bewitchingly.

Lucas put down the tongs and twisted around, his fluffy blond hair trembling in the heat.

He looked at his lover, and unexpectedly felt a little inexplicable emotion.

He threw all his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys on Helen, as if Helen was another self, because Helen carried his whole life.To a certain extent, Harun is his soul, not just what his soul refers to.

Heron drew out the sword, and the cold gray iron blade turned in a circle, and the reflected fire light stung Lucas' eyes.

His deceptive face was hidden in the darkness behind the blade.At this moment, his black eyes reflected the shadow of the sword that killed people.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue, and licked lightly along the blade, all the way to the tip of the sword.His eyes were fixed on Lucas, and the tip of his fragile red tongue was like some kind of cunning creature, with a sharp blade attached to it, as soft as he was.

Lucas' stomach tightened.The calm, hard blood was like a stubborn piece of cold metal, which was scorched by Heron into a puddle of sparkling slurry.He couldn't help panting heavily, the burning desire burned from his lower abdomen, swept through his internal organs, and scalded his thirsty throat.It seemed that every drop of moist water in the whole body had been burned dry by the fire, and what was left was only a hard body that could only obey instinct.

His face became dull, and every muscle was tense like a bowstring stretched to the extreme.He remained silent, like a quiet beast lurking in the dark jungle, and when the time is right, it will pounce and devour everything.

He had been seduced by Helen intentionally or unintentionally for a long time.The self-control he was so proud of, even the hardest and strongest shield, must be pierced.

His sharp Adam's apple rolled, and he walked over.

Heron brushed her long hair behind her ears, and her eyelashes were stained with a little gold dust from falling.He lifted Lucas's chin with his fingertips, hooked it to himself, and said, "Do you like me like this?"

Lucas didn't answer right away.He grabbed Herren's shoulders and pushed him down on the quilt.The dagger also fell to the ground with a bang.

He used a lot of strength, and Herron was a little dizzy from the shock.

He held the back of Herron's head and stroked his face gently.His fingertips were covered with thin calluses, his rough thumb stroked Heron's eyelashes, passed over the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his slightly turned mouth.

Even though he was too familiar with this beautiful face, he still watched it tirelessly; as if he was looking through this layer of mortal blood and flesh to see the real Heron inside the shell.That was Helen, who had nothing to do with the beautiful skin, and was also his true love and worship.

Heron lifted the leg under the bed and took the initiative to put it on his shoulder.The delicate calf rubbed Lucas's ear, which was roughly the same as a lover's ear rubbing.

The muscles of Lucas' lower back tightened, extruding a toned and sexy curve.He pressed his brows together tightly, and the breath he exhaled was messy and fiery, scorching Heron's neck like a sparkling candle.

Lust surged uncontrollably, as if there was a monster in heat roaring and rampaging in the veins, beguiling him to devour Heron.

Herron tilted his face and sucked his thumb with his mouth open.

Lucas pressed up, put his arms on his side, and held him tightly in his arms.Those blue eyes became as deep and dark as the night sea because of desire.The gladiator who fights all his life without desire is still bewitched by the magic power of love.

"Do you like me like this? Lucas?" Herren opened his mouth and licked his wet thumb with the tip of his tongue.

"I like you." Lucas's voice was hoarse and heavy.His brows were tense, and the focused light in his eyes was like a midsummer day, enveloping Harun in his pupils like a steel rock, making his master unable to escape.

"You are mine," he said.

Heron froze for a moment.He has been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

He put his arms around Lucas' neck, his legs wrapped around his strong waist, and his shoulders trembled slightly.The corners of his eyes were red, he was a little emotional, and his breathing was disordered like a dying patient.

He was so close to Lucas's chest that he could even feel the shape of his strong ribs, invincible.This made him a little dizzy, and his heart was beating violently; he had the illusion that he and Lucas shared the same body, and the heartbeat in the gladiator's toned chest was definitely the echo of his own heartbeat.

"Lucas!" he said tremblingly, hysterically, "I order you to fuck me hard! Now!"

Lucas, carried away by his enthusiasm, spread his feet and planted a kiss on bent knees.He looked at the bewildered Heron, pulled his blushing face, and made him look at himself...

They cooperated very well.

Herron was in pain at first, but soon found pleasure.When Lucas entered him, he gained not only pleasure, but also the satisfaction brought by love.

Compared with physical sex, this kind of spiritual satisfaction makes him more devoted. There seems to be a warm current in his heart, and his limbs and bones are filled with love.

He even found a kind of happiness beyond the world besides the extreme carnality; it seems that he and Lucas are just children who don't know the world, don't care about anything, just naively pursue the most primitive happiness.

When sex reaches its extreme, it becomes the purest thing.

……

After it was over, they were all tired.Lucas hugged him, trying to breathe evenly.

Herron felt utterly blissful, and even without making love could produce endless pleasure.Gradually, the joy flowing in the blood and bone marrow condensed into a sour feeling, hitting his throat from the abdomen, causing mist to appear in his eyes, and his nose was also sour.

His back trembled slightly, and his chest twitched a few times like a spasm; his black hair stuck to his side face, his bare shoulders trembled from time to time, and a section of his slender neck was exposed, showing a fragile beauty that could easily be broken .

The sourness was getting bigger and bigger, and finally burst his throat, forcing tears from the black eyes.He hid in Lucas's arms, his heartbeat became more and more violent, and he cried more and more.

He wept with joy.

"Lucas...I..." Herron said vaguely.His tears smeared on Lucas's chest, mixed with hot sweat.

Lucas was a little worried about him, and a movement of his arm made him poke his head out.

Heron's eyelids were red and swollen, his forehead was covered with soft beads of sweat, and his fair skin was flushed unnaturally.

His tears flowed involuntarily, without the control of his own consciousness; it seemed that the noble things from the depths of the soul always did not need to be restrained by mortal thinking.

Lucas wiped his tears away and hugged him tightly.He cried more violently.

He wants to vent all his life's emotions in tears, including those from his previous life.He cried out his emotions about the ups and downs of life, and his vague boredom with the busy world.He felt that he was extremely close to human nature, and finally saw through the mortal body and touched the real soul.

There is always such a moment in life, when you are temporarily freed from the muddle-headed life and feel the deepest part of human nature.

Herron has always been just like the general public, busy in a daze, and indifferent to life.He might have died without feeling this moment of soul inspiration.

But he won't, because he met Lucas.

"Lucas...I love you..." he cried, "I love you...I love you I love you I love you..."

He shouted faster and faster, and the voice was also roaring.His nails dug deep into Lucas's flesh, leaving streaks of blood.His legs kicked wildly and kicked Lucas' calf.

Lucas kissed his forehead, put his palms on his back to reassure him, and said, "I love you too."

It took a long time for Heron to calm down, and his breathing resumed a long and steady rhythm.He curled up quietly in Lucas' arms, stroking his sweaty back.

Lucas's skin is very rough, not only made of yellow sand and gravel, but more whips and sword wounds.These scars were densely intertwined, making his skin uneven.

"Lucas..." he said softly, a little uncertainly.

"Yeah." Lucas responded with a very nasal voice.

"Lucas..." Helen asked tentatively again.

"I'm right here." Lucas understood, and tightened his arms around his waist.

Herron put her arms around his shoulders, running her fingers through his damp blond hair.His blue eyes, dispelled of the gloom of lust, were now as clear as translucent crystals.

Helen kissed his eyes, "I want to hear that sentence you said before."

Lucas thought about it, and said with a hesitant tone, "I love you."

"It's not this sentence." Helen shook his head, "It's the last sentence."

Lucas thought about it for a moment and smiled.He held Heron's face in his hands, brushed back the hair sticking to his cheeks, and said solemnly and gently:

"You are mine, and you belong to me alone. My Herron can only be owned by me alone, and can only be tasted for me alone, and no one can take you away! You, I will skin and debon him with my own hands!"

Herron was satisfied.He enjoys such a domineering and rare Lucas, and he longs for him to pour all his humanity into himself, no matter it is good or evil; as long as it belongs to Lucas, he wants to possess it.

"Tell me something else... I want to hear it..." Helen narrowed his eyes, his heart seemed to be burning with a warm fire, and his blood seemed to be mixed with sweet honey, making every pore of his body tingle. Exuding sweetness.

"You are the most beautiful person in the world, and no one can match you." Lucas continued, "Your skin is more delicate than silk, your waist is more delicate than Greek artwork, and your eyes are like twinkling stars. , like a polished black agate stone, the scale powder on a butterfly's wing, the sparkle on the water... Also, your body is the most delicious and firm thing in the world..."

"Oh! Stop it, stop it! Lucas!" Herron laughed tremblingly, "My goosebumps are about to come out!"

"Let me talk! Herron..." Lucas hugged him and kissed him lightly, "I want to say this, so let me say it!"

Herron patted his shoulder and laughed.

At this time, he found that there were several deep red marks on Lucas' arms, some of which were even bloody and swollen, which looked very abrupt on the pale skin.

This was undoubtedly caught when he was extremely excited.

Helen had bad thoughts.He leaned forward and licked Lucas' wound maliciously.

Lucas' eyes darkened, and he turned over and pressed him under him...

They know the taste by eating marrow.