But it was more than pleasure.
More than fucking—more than sex. It always had been, even as his beautiful, scarred body locked up and I knew he was about to come.
Cos Viktor... I knew his face. How it blanked out when he was gonna explode. Only this time, it wasn’t on my chest. In my mouth. It was buried so deep inside me that I knew I’d never be the same when he was done.
Pleasure built.
Pressure.
Heat and emotion.
I let go of the headboard to hold him. His forehead came to mine, his wild gaze pinning me in place. Everything was fucking perfect. Then that fucker smiled and feathered a whisper to my lips.
He pulled back. “Not yet.”
[ 23 ]
VIKTOR
I could not stop fucking him. He consumed me, the perfect fit whichever way I positioned him. And Ranger—his long limbs and elegant spine—he was flexible, body and mind. He let me do anything and everything to him, and I could notstop.
We fucked all night. At first it was me who pulled back when it seemed one of us might come, afraid to lose this moment. Then it was him. As if we had been a lifetime in the making and we would not survive the end.
It was almost dawn when I pushed him onto his stomach.
Ranger reached back, tugging my thighs, holding me tight inside him as I moulded to his tall frame, curving around his spine. I swallowed his deep groan with a kiss that made his hips pulse and my cock turn to granite. Every limb trembled. Every nerve shuddered, his and mine, and the wave finally broke.
We came together as the sun rose, my face buried in the crook of his neck, my cock so deep inside him as his painted my hand with wet warmth.
I had never . . .
Not like that. I had never come with my whole self, and for long moments, it stunned me. I lay boneless, without breath orthought. Then his scent returned to me. His hot skin and messy hair, and I nuzzled his neck. “You are okay?”
Ranger’s face was hidden by his arm, shoulders still heaving with exertion.
I kissed between them. Rubbed his back.
He did not move.
“Asher?”
Slowly, he raised his head, eyes cracking open as if they were welded shut.
He was already gone.
I let him be.
I let himsleep, and for the first time, I think, he truly did.
It left me alone, and without him. Free to stare at him after I had cleaned up. And I did stare. I lay on my stomach beside him, chin on my folded arms, taking in every inch of his sleeping face. His long lashes. His dark brows. The raven hair that curled at the nape of his neck. The bite mark at his throat.
I did that.
It shocked me in some distant way. That Ranger had unravelled such paralysing fears so fast. Years undone in a matter of weeks.
It has been longer than that.
Since I met him, perhaps. But the specifics didn’t matter. I had told him that I would be a better man after I fucked him, and I truly felt like I was. Energy skipped in my blood.Lifethat had not been there for the longest time. I felt like I could fuck him again. That I could doanything, and even the rabid monster that lived in my veins was quiet.
