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Chapter 71: Meet His Eyes

Chapter 71: Meet His Eyes

Soren eyed Riven’s rosy bud with hungry eyes. His rough index finger quickly reached for it and rubbed it roughly. His deep eyes caught Riven’s reaction, hoping he would slip and open his eyes so he could punish him... More thoroughly.

No, Riven stayed strong. He wanted to open his eyes but he did not dare to. He felt Soren’s fingers rudely flick and rub his nipple. Thankfully, his moans did not set off Soren, so he was free to let it out with no worry.

Soren smirked as he kept on thrusting, reaching new levels of pleasure, something he hated... But this time he did not mind.

He added this thumb to the party and pinched Riven’s rosy bud earning him a low groan.

Riven had had enough!

Riven’s eyes snapped open, frustration flickering in his emerald gaze. The weight of the chains on his wrists only served to heighten his irritation, the metal biting into his skin as he shifted. Sorn had tormented him, teased him, punished him and now he had enough.

He looked at Soren who was looking back at him in victory. He made Riven fumble, this meant that he could punish him more.

Soren seeing how Riven looked angry thrust a bit harder and came closer to his face with a mocking smirk on his face. His hand moved from Riven’s waist to somewhere down...

He reached for Riven’s thigh and separated his legs more... Allowing him easier access. Soren even lifted one of Riven’s right leg into a position that embarrassed him a little but Soen found it even more amusing.

His fingers curled into fists before relaxing, the tension in his body unrelenting. His breaths were uneven, his chest rising and falling with restrained emotion. Soren was still close, just barely out of reach, watching him with those dark, unreadable eyes, his amusement evident in the slow smirk curling his lips.

With a sharp pull, he grabbed Soren by the collar, dragging him forward. His movements were rough, fueled by irritation, his grip unrelenting as he forced Soren’s face closer. Their noses nearly brushed, breaths mingling, the space between them now nonexistent.

Before Soren could react, Riven bit down on his lower lip, the pressure sharp and unrestrained. It wasn’t delicate or playful—it was a deliberate, crude show of defiance, a retaliation for all the teasing, all the torment. The taste of iron bloomed between them, but Riven didn’t care.

Soren’s smirk faltered for only a second before his amusement deepened.

But Riven wasn’t done.

As if to make up for the bite, he kissed him—hard. His arms circled around Soren’s neck, pulling him down further, demanding more. The chains clanked as his movements grew more desperate, the tension coiling tighter between them.

Soren responded immediately, his tongue parting Riven’s lips with practised ease, taking control. He did not stop thrusting which made Riven’s breathing hitch. Every time he thrust, he enjoyed listening to the chains jingle... It reminded him that times have changed... He was not the one suffering anymore.

Riven refused to submit so easily. Even as he accepted the kiss, he fought back, his tongue clashing against Soren’s, pushing, resisting, showing his irritation in the way he refused to be fully dominated.

Soren chuckled against his mouth, deep and smug. He could feel Riven’s frustration in the way his nails dug into his skin, the way he deliberately made each movement rougher than necessary.

"Still rebellious," Soren murmured against his lips, his voice laced with amusement.

Riven only responded by biting his lip again, his defiance burning in every movement.

And Soren, finding it endlessly entertaining, only kissed him deeper.

He did not mind Riven biting him, as long as he did not bite his own lips. Only he was allowed to do that.

Riven’s eyebrows furrowed the pain down there intensified a little. He was so close to releasing but that ring would not let him. It caused him pain.

Soren kept moving as he kissed Riven... Slowly and gently but not his thrusting no, he started moving fast... Harder... And this made heat pool at the base of Riven’s abdomen. He did not know what was going to happen now.

He hated that he could release, he also hated that he enjoyed his position now. Whenever he did it Ronan, there was no eye contact. Well, there was no eye contact for most of this session but Soren seemed to relent and allow him to open his eyes. Except whenever he dared to look at him, Soren’s kisses would become aggressive, burying him in the pillows.

The friction between them was getting intense, Riven could feel that it was closer and by the looks of it, Soren was too.

The flush on Soren’s face was striking—heat blooming across his sharp features, contrasting against the usual cold intensity in his black eyes. It was rare to see him like this, lips slightly parted, breaths uneven.

Riven’s pulse quickened at the sight. His instincts kicked in, something primal stirring in his chest. He wanted to mark him, to leave something behind in return for everything Soren had done to him.

Without hesitation, he leaned in. His gaze flickered to Soren’s cheek, the temptation too strong to resist. His lips brushed against his skin for only a second before he bit down—not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make his presence known.

Soren was surprised but he had no time to think about what Riven did. As he climaxed he groaned and grabbed Riven’s lips again. Riven on the other hand had also come but the difference was that the ring stopped him.

Still, he shivered under Soren’s grip as he climaxed. The mix of pain and pleasure made him feel so alive. The overwhelming mix of sensations made his breath catch. His skin was burning, tingling in places where Soren had touched him, had gripped him.

His nails dug into Soren’s back as he clung to him, hugging him desperately, and his toes curled. He slowly moved back to look at Soren.