“They’re gone,” he said as soon as the sound of car engines racing off filtered to them a second time.
“And?” Pavel played dumb, the corner of his mouth twitching giving him away.
“So now,” Zane grabbed him by the neck with one hand, the other diving into the silky hairs at the back of his skull to tug, “you take your cock back out and you fuck me like you mean it.”
“Mean what, gorgeous?”
He emitted a sound of frustration in the back of his throat and then switched tactics, not having the patience for this. “Tellyou what, new game. You fuck me hard enough I see stars, and I’ll sign my name as Zane Hart on the marriage license—Shit!”
Zane found himself on his back on the table with Pavel between his spread thighs in a flash.
“Deal.” Pavel grinned wickedly at him. “Get ready to see the whole damn universe, Doctor.”
When it came to Pavel and his impulsive nature, Zane didn’t think he’d ever be truly ready for anything. But maybe that was okay.
“Promise me I’m not your second choice,” he demanded as Pavel stripped them down.
“Choice?” Pavel grunted and lined his cock up to his entrance. “Baby, you aren’t a choice at all. You’re a necessity.” He eased his cock into his passage slowly, feeding him inch after delectable inch as he spoke. “You’re an essential of life. I need you in order to keep breathing, in order to keep existing.”
“Hart,” Zane gasped when he bottomed out, tipping his head back on the table. He moaned when that thick cock thrust in and out of him, picking up speed with each jab against his prostate. He wrapped his arms around his neck and clung to him, digging his nails in as he was taken, the words pouring from his lover's mouth turning him on every bit as much as being fucked was.
“There’s no point without you,” Pavel continued, clearly half out of his mind with lust and yet still somehow managing to say all the right things. All the things Zane needed to hear to solidify his feeling that this was right. That they were real.
And lasting.
“I’ve loved every version of you I’ve ever met,” Pavel divulged. “And I’ll continue to love all the versions of you that you become. We’ll build a family together and grow old together. I’ll prove my intentions to you every day for the rest of our lives if that’s what you need, gorgeous. Bashert.” He captured Zane’shand and held it up between them, the gold of the ring still on his finger winking in the sunlight spilling in from the windows. “Say you’ll marry me, Zane. Will you? Hmm?”
“You’re seriously doing thisnow?” Of all the places he’d imagined being proposed to, on his back actually wasn’t one of them.
“Where better?” Pavel clearly didn’t feel the same. “How better than while I’m fucking you senseless in our home?”
“On our table?” He’d been joking, but when the other man nodded, he realized he was too far gone to get how this was funny. “Ask me again when your cock isn’t battering my insides, and your eyes aren’t lit up like glowsticks. Ask me again,” he cradled his face in his palms, “when we’re both sound of mind and I can answer you in a way neither of us will ever second guess.”
Pavel kissed his left palm. “How about at breakfast tomorrow? This time we’ll get it right. No sulking or confused conversations.”
“No breeding next to the French toast?”
He groaned. “Good Light. If you talk like that I’m not going to last long.”
“So don’t.” Zane held him close and lifted his hips to meet the next thrust. “Come for me, Hart. Come for your bashert, and make me yours. Forever.”
The orgasm swept them both away at the same time.
And Zane did, in fact, see the whole damn universe flashing within Pavel’s eyes.
Epilogue:
White wasn’t the best color for lurking in the shadows, but there was something to be said about the way blood seeped into the material and practically bloomed.
Maybe he should rethink his wardrobe.
He was trying to stick to character though, and this was what he’d found Pavel in that fateful night when this all began.
Well, for him anyway.
The golden ring on his finger gleamed in the moonlight as he worked, eyeing it more than where he cut with the star crystal blade. He’d forgone the scalpel, figuring recreating the scene of their first night as much as he already had would be good enough to please his husband once he finally arrived.
Though he was taking his sweet-ass time getting here.
