Aden didn’t break his rhythm or release Darren’s throat. His ass and thighs burned from the onslaught, and each strong thrust forward made him hungry for more. Aden’s teeth in his throat created a different sensation. It was sharper, more painful, and Darren felt it in the pit of his gut. If Aden moved his head just an inch, or bit with as much strength as Darren knew he had in those powerful jaws, then that would be the end of him. But he didn’t feel a trace of fear at the possibility, just heady and flushed.
His head swam. He knew now why Aden had insisted on the restraints. Without the cuffs, Darren was pretty sure he would have collapsed under the assault. Without the bite of the leash, he would have been lost in the burn. The toys Aden had claimed were for submission actually had oth
