One breath. One stroke. And before I knew it, he was back inside me. Driving into me with a force I’d expected but would never get used to. A scream threatened to escape me, but he snuffed it out with a kiss.
I met his lips with equal ferocity, my cry never expelling into the air. My hand was lazy, barely pumping as the intensity of his pleasure sent waves crashing into me that I couldn’t escape. As his tongue found its dominance, mine caved to allow him further access, a desperation and devotion weaved into one.
Every connection became more heated than the last as he took his time fucking the back of my throat. Lapping over my molars, he slowly pulled back, his teeth latching onto my bottom lip. With a harsh tug, his canines penetrated my flesh, more of my life force blooming forward, which he wasted no time devouring. The sudden throb that spread across my mouth caused me to open my eyes, his honeyed stare greeting mine with a combination of undying love and insurmountable yearning.
I wanted to match his stare with the words I’d neglected to tell him for so long. “I love you,” I rasped, barely able to speak those three words between his thrusts. “I-I love you.”
My strokes to my cock quickened, but I refused to let my head tilt. I wanted to see him, all of him as my world shattered into brilliant shades that only he was able to procure.
“God,” he growled, his hips rolling forward to torment my prostate once more. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect. And look at you taking me so fucking well. My precious boy. I fucking love you.”
Pride swelled in my heart at his declaration, an insurmountable feat we’d both overcome together. “Fuck. Yes,” I agreed, a slow nod aiding my lack of speech. “Perfect.Yourprecious boy.”
“Mine. You aremine.Every ounce of your mind, body, and fucking soul, Oren Valens.” A lengthy moan left him, his forehead coming to meet mine as his thrusts quickened, becoming far more desperate. “I want to see you unravel for me, dove.”
“Yours,” I breathed, a groan escaping as I pumped my cock from base to tip, twisting at the top to bring me closer to the edge. “I want to cum. So,soclose.”
He snarled, the sound a cue of his possessiveness. It was a sound that easily would’ve caused me to come undone without needing any form of stimulation. “Then cum for me, baby.”
There was no delay as a loud whine left my lips, my unraveling unstoppable as I succumbed to the pleasure he’d inflicted on me. With one final pump, my seed coated my chest and stomach, tainting me with my essence.
Through fluttering lids, I watched as his head rolled back, his pace slowing as he fell apart alongside me. A lengthy moan escaped him, his throat bobbing all while the moonlight painted him in a manner I knew I’d never be able to capture even if I spent hours with him as my muse—the definition of ethereal bliss.
“F-Fuck, Oren,” he panted, filling me with his essence. His palm slapped the wall beside me as he struggled to keep himself upright. “Shit. Fucking shit…”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tugged him close, my lips pressing against his in a heated exchange as we rode the last few waves of pleasure. It was sloppy, a message I hoped he understood before I focused on tracing his jaw with my lips. “Perfect. Fuck… This was perfect.”
He groaned, burying his face in my neck as he fumbled to return from the cliff he’d jumped from. Kissing my neck a handful of times, his breath coating my skin, he finally elected to speak. “I fucking love you, Oren Valens. There isn’t a sea I wouldn’t cross for you, a war I wouldn’t fight for you, and a life I’d desire to live without you.You’reperfect, and you’ve merely taught me how to live again.”
“I love you, Thorne Graves.” I smiled. “But you’re mistaken.You’reperfect, and you’re the one who taught me how to properly live again. You taught me to stop running, to face my demons. You made me blossom and allowed me to find something worth protecting and fighting for.You.”
Pushing himself back from the wall, his eyes met mine. “And you, dove, are my salvation. For you, I will do anything.”
“I know.” Grinning, fatigue settled in. “You’re my salvation too, darling.”
“You’re too fucking cocky for your own good,” he stated with a humored exhale, shoving my head to the side playfully. “Maddening.”
“I’ve been told that on more than one occasion,” I mused, flicking my gaze to the stars above. “But you know, I can’t believe I just got fucked in an alleyway.” A small chuckle left my lips, my heart elated with a joy I thought long lost.
“Never thought you’d willingly be taken in such a filthy place?” he chuckled. “Seems you’d do just about anything for me at this point, dove. It appears the dominance youbelievedyou had seemingly… vanished.”
“I would willingly grant you the dominance you displayed tonight over and over, my love. I would do anything for you, for your happiness, if it meant seeing this pure elation on your face.”
He smiled, leveling his attention on me. Lifting a hand, he brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. “I’ll remember that statement the next time you elect to doubt my ability to tame you.”
I leaned into his touch. “I’llattemptto remember it for your sake. As far asnow, I think I’m one second from collapsing,” I said as I gestured to my shaking legs.
With his chuckle serving as a mark of finality, he shook his head. “I can’t wait to see you try and sit down tomorrow.”
“And I can’t wait for you to try to explain thevisiblemarks on my skin,” I said as I flicked my attention to the side. “But that’s a problem for tomorrow.”
A problem I knew my father would address. What those repercussions would look like, I wasn’t sure, but I knew hell awaited both of us moving forward. A hell we would grasp until the fire snuffed out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THORNE
The early morning sun tore through the curtains lazily, draped around a decorative tieback, the material still neatly folded per the expectation of the general, the fucking prick who’d demanded we arrive at his office unarmed.
