It was good.
Better than anything I’d ever felt. Just that point of contact made his mouth fall open, his head drift back. Moonlight caught in water droplets clinging to his hair, and my entire body shivered.
He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and here in the lake with the light shining down on us, the crimson line trailing from his chest to mine was so visible it was nearly blinding. It was the ignition to a fire that had been smoldering since the first time I’d seen him.
Embers of hate stoking to flames of lust. An inferno of desire…
A wildfire ofwantingto see him fall apart and look at me like I was the only thing he could see.
That wasn’t hate at all.
My body started to move, the rhythm echoed by the sound of water lapping around us and the little punched-out sounds of surprise tearing from Sephtis’s chest. Every touch made him shiver, every slide of my cock against his made his arms around me tighten.
It made me want more.
And for some reason, the sound of the hounds in the distance, howling as they found the body I’d left behind, only drove me into a frenzy.
If we were going to die—if the hounds were going to find me and tear me apart—I wanted this first.
I needed this. If I had to go, I wanted the image of him falling apart and bathed in red light to be the last thing I saw. If I had to die…
Well shit, if I was going to die, there were worse ways.
“Look at me.” I breathed the demand, and Sephtis’s golden eyes opened to soft slits. He was dazed, so wrapped up in what was happening that I wasn’t sure he could see me at all. It mademe shift, made me drag one hand up and into his hair so I could pull at the black strands while the other cupped his jawline. I slid my thumb across his mouth, catching on his lower lip. He opened for me almost helplessly, and I licked into his mouth so I could drink down the groan of pleasure when I tugged at his hair again.
Even though he said he wasn’t sure what to do, it was obvious that some part of him did. His hips were grinding in time with my rhythm, and the feel of his cock sliding cooly against mine was enough to drive me closer to the edge than I should have been after a few light touches, a few possessive kisses.
It was him, though.
It was this.
It was his little punched-out moans and the way he clung to me like he was the one who might fly apart.
And it was the way he buried his face against my shoulder and set his teeth against my neck. It hid the cry that tore from his chest when I dropped my hands between us and wrapped my fingers around our cocks together beneath the water, giving friction to the glide of our bodies.
I was like a man possessed, but I wanted to drown in the feel of pleasure building in my stomach, of heat compressing to a breaking point in the center of my chest. What was happening now washed away everything else—what I’d done, what I’d failed to do.
Who I thought I was.
I wanted to live in that feeling, and he had to stay here with me. We needed to drown together.
“Have you ever felt anything like this?” I whispered, the question hot in his ear, and his teeth on my neck bit down harder. The low little groan against the curve of my neck was accented by his head shaking back and forth, his fingersspasming at my hips hard enough that I wondered if he’d leave bruises.
Iwantedhim to leave bruises.
“I, oh fuck…” In the back of my mind, I knew a part of me wished this could last, but the heat between us was too much. “Tell me,” I demanded.
I needed to hear him.
I needed his voice and his confession so much it felt like I was burning alive waiting for it. I jerked on his hair and his head fell back—his pupils were blown wide and his hips rocked again, grinding into my palm that still held us together. One of his hands slid around and joined mine… our fingers brushed, and the feel of hot and cold, his palm and mine, was too much.
Too fucking much.
“Sephtis,tellme you’re with me.”
I needed to know that after what I’d done—after everything I’d done and everyone I’d failed—that he was still here.
Shit. That wasn’t what I’d meant to ask. I wanted him to tell me he wanted me. To tell me he’d never felt anything like this before.
