I shuddered. “Fuck. Let me lie down before you do that again.”
“You are lying down regardless.”
Alexei set the towel aside and steered me to the bed. He lay me down, then stretched out beside me, still fully clothed.
I glowered.
He touched my face with a gentleness I didn’t need from him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you.”
“I’m here.”
“I know, I just—” I clenched my eyes shut, searching for words to explain the anxious, horny inferno coiling in my stomach. “I’m so fucking tired, but I feel like I’m gonna explode. Like I need to kick the shit out of something or—”
“Come.” Alexei smirked. “I know this feeling. It is violent, but it does not have to be.”
I snatched a lungful of air that went nowhere. “I can’t fucking breathe.”
“You can.”
“Can you take your clothes off?”
“Of course.” Alexei rose and stripped, revealing his elegant body to me.
I drank it in as if I’d never seen him before—his long limbs, lean muscles, and the pale skin that smelled so damn good.
Still hyperventilating, I reached for him. “Come back?”
“I never went anywhere. It is you that is not present.”
“I’m present.”
Alexei returned to the bed and lay down beside me. His skin against mine calmed me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed something from him that I hadn’t wanted from anyone in more than a decade.
I needed oblivion.
I needed dominance.
I needed him to hold me down and take it from me until my brain shut the fuck up and I could breathe again.
“Cam.” Alexei laid a hand on my chest, pressing down, as if he could force some calm back into me. “Look at me.”
“I am.”
“Lookat me.” He still cupped my face with his other hand. His grip turned brutal and I tethered myself to it, clinging to it like a free-falling bird with a broken wing.
His voice, always quiet, dropped to a low murmur that rattled my bones. “I will give you what you need, but you must do something for me.”
“Anything.”
He smirked and reached over my injured arm to the drawer he knew held everything we needed. “You will tell Saint I was gentle.”
It was the only lie I’d ever tell him.
Alexei kissed me and brought his lubed hand to my dick, wrapping slick fingers around me, drawing a gasp from my tight chest. He jacked me hard but slow, dragging pleasure out of me as he plundered my mouth, his tongue dancing the same devil’s dance as his wicked hand.
The other held my torso still, and he chuckled as my hips rocked of their own accord. “I did not think you would ever want this so much.”
