It said one thing.
MINE.
What wouldn’t he give to make that true?
What wouldn’t he sacrifice for D’Artangnan to know the absolute truth?
The truth was that even today, he was loved more than life itself.
When Graham broke the kiss, he stared into his lover’s eyes and that heat was there. Someone was going to burn up with lust if he didn’t have him.
Yeah, so much for gentle lovemaking. Graham needed as much of this man as he could get. Who knew if this was a loop, or a one-time thing?
“Will you always need me?” he asked, knowing what he craved more than anything.
Graham needed to hear the words.
Maybe, if he did, there would be peace.
The bottom line was that he wanted more time to be with him and everything this man had. There was no way he wanted to see him walk out the door again.
“Forever, Graham,” he added, the pleasure in his voice thick as the lust was in control.
It was clear that all he wanted was to be at this man’s mercy.
“Take me, D’Artangnan, and don’t be gentle.”
That was all he had to hear.
Grabbing the cuffs from the drawer, he narrowly missed seeing the little black box, and Graham almost wished he had found it.
So he’d know.
He’d planned on marrying him.
SOON.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” D’Artangnan admitted, as he cuffed Graham’s wrists to the thrifted headboard of their bed.
Graham moaned.
Yeah, this was part of them too.
They both loved kink, and this was his happy place. While he loved gentle, this was the memory he craved. D’Artangnan was the only man who ever got this to come out in him.
It had been why he’d been so jealous of Ian and Gryphen. They had what he’d once cherished.
All of the kinky things came rushing to his mind, and in that moment, Graham wanted all of them.
Every.
Single.
One.
“Yes, please,” Graham begged, as his Marine locked him into place.
Now, he was D’Artangnan’s prisoner, and at his mercy. He only hoped it drove him crazy and that they both came so many times that it should be illegal.
