Arion carried Dean across the room and tossed him onto the large bed. Before Dean could even bounce, Arion was on top of him, pinning him down with his body.
"You've had your say," Arion growled. "Now it's my turn."
He pressed his weight against Dean, who immediately pushed his hips up, eager for more. Arion lowered his head and bit Dean's neck, not firmly enough to break the skin, but enough to make Dean gasp. Then he licked the spot he'd just bitten.
"Thirty days," Arion said, his voice rough. "I've been counting every single hour."
His mouth crashed against Dean's in a hungry kiss. One of Arion's hands slid down and grabbed Dean's ass, drawing their bodies even closer together. His other hand fisted in Dean's hair, holding his head exactly where he wanted it.
"Too many clothes," Dean managed to say between kisses.
