"You're like a bitch in heat, aren't you? You spread your legs for anyone, won't you, Tris? So desperate for a cock up your ass."
"No," Tristan croaked. "No, just you. Please, Cade."
His name, spoken in that husky tone, caused his chest to squeeze with frightening, alien emotions that he chose not to acknowledge. Instead, he covered his partner's body with his own and slid back home, reveling in Tristan's satisfied moan and the feel of his limbs wrapped tightly around him.
"You a whore for me? Just for me?"
"Yes, just you."
"You like me using you? You like being my toy?"
"Yes, god, yes."
Fucking hell.Tristan's voice, heavy with want and something like devotion, was unraveling him from the inside out.
"You like my cock splitting you open? You gonna come on my cock?"
"Yes, please, Cade, please."
Tristan whined so miserably that Cade took pity on him. Planting his left palm on the bed, he whispered, "Shhh, baby, I got you," before leaning down for a quick, dirty kiss. "Remember, you can tap out if it's too much."
In his fucked-out state, Tristan seemed slow to register his words and didn’t react until Cade wrapped his right hand around his throat and squeezed enough to obstruct his airway. His hands flew to grip Cade's forearm, and his brows shot up, but he didn't speak or struggle. Instead, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his eyelids flitted shut in surrender.
"Fucking hell, Tris. You look so fucking gorgeous right now." Tristan's face flashed with gratification, and Cade felt his orgasm take root in his gut. He couldn't resist anymore, not with the perfection he could see and hear and feel all around him.
"You're beautiful like this, you know that?"
He knew he should let go soon, should let Tristan breathe, let him come, but he was consumed with the desire to prolong this nirvana just a tiny bit longer.
"You feel amazing, Tris, like you were made to take me."
Tristan blinked rapidly, fighting to hold Cade's gaze.
"Are you close, Tris? You gonna come for me?"
He nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Okay, baby. You've been so good. Come for me now."
Cade released his hand from his throat, then closed it around his weeping cock as Tristan dragged in harsh, gravelly breaths. It only took two strokes before his entire body seized up, and his dick kicked and shot cum out in spurts. Seconds ticked by, and Cade watched with rapt fascination as Tristan finally experienced the bliss of his long-awaited orgasm, looking simultaneously like the most beautiful angel and the most shameless sex god he had ever seen.
The sight of Tristan's euphoria, combined with the clenching around his cock shattered the remnants of Cade's self-control. A few more brutal thrusts and he was soaring, consumed by the burn of release, then floating through the aftershocks while vaguely registering that muscles continued to contract around him.
"So fucking beautiful," Cade whispered to himself as he stared at the man under him, relaxed and peaceful and sated. Stroking a finger across Tristan's cheek to wipe the remnants of tears away, he leaned down again to kiss him gently while a tender emotion blossomed in his chest.
Cade mumbled softly, "You were perfect, baby," as the truth settled in his gut.
His hunger for Tristan would never be sated.
He'd never get enough.
Chapter 12: Bliss
Tristan
Tristan was floating.
It was extraordinary, a feeling, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He felt no pain, his skin tingled and buzzed with energy, his mind was blank, free of any worries, and his only thoughts — more like impressions — radiated warmth, satisfaction and serenity.
