The taste of eternity. 

Strength, power, danger, all of these were there in the warm, sensual slide of his lover’s tongue against his own, as well as other things, love, trust, hunger and above all else loyalty. The sort of loyalty that surpassed sexual fidelity, the sort of loyalty that was unquestioned and unquestioning, it just was—categorical and timeless. With a soft sigh Ethan surrendered completely, giving himself over to the moment, holding nothing back. He allowed Ripper’s skilful lips and tongue to drive away the demons; the cruelties of a life harshly lived until he had rediscovered himself here in the sanctuary of Rupert’s love—in the searing, demanding kisses that tasted of eternity.