“My-loh…”
My name came out in a rasp, and thatvoice.It was like nothing I’d ever heard before, and it sent my already frantically beating heart into overdrive.
A sudden vivid image of a small cube-shaped home stuttered across my mind as my fingers traced back up the man’s cheeks to his temple. Then just as quickly as it had come, the image blinkedout of existence.
“Fuck…” The man cursed, leaning forward into my touch as my fingers danced across his skin. With a low groan, he rested his forehead against mine as if he were as helpless as I was to stop himself.
I slid my hands up into a full head of soft hair. It gathered in thick tufts between my fingers, and The Forgotten leaned even closer as I scraped my fingernails over the curve of his scalp.
“Milo…” he breathed again. My name soundedunholycoming out of his mouth, and I didn’t wait for him to ask. I curled my fingers in those soft, perfect locks and tugged him closer.
Without warning, his lips pressed against mine, and I gasped as that buzzingneedsparked like an electric shock directly to my core. His tongue immediately slipped into my mouth, and I groaned at the intrusion.
My entire bodyrolledin reaction to the taste of him. The shockwave of pure need andwantthat ricocheted through my brain was almostpainful.
His soft lips moved as he languidly stroked his tongue against mine, pulling another small, desperate sound out of me.
Blood somehow rushed to my head and my cock at the same time as he cupped the side of my face. I jumped as I realized he’d removed his tactical glove, and his bare skin brushed against me as he stroked a thumb over my cheek.
“So warm…”he hummed, pulling away from me enough that I whimpered in desperation. My hips rolled without my permission as I clung to him desperately. Both my hands were still curled into fists in his soft hair, and I held him firmly to prevent him from pulling away.
“No, please… don’t go…” I choked, too lost in these strange, baseless emotions to even care that I was begging this dangerous man to stay.
He hovered, and though I couldn’t see him, I couldfeelhis gaze on me as it raked down my entire body. My nipples tightened in the heavy silence, and my hips rocked again, causing me to shiver as my stiff cock rubbed against the cotton of my boxers.
There was a thick swallowing sound, as if The Forgotten was just as wrecked as I was in that moment.
He was going to leave me.
He was going to leave me here like this…
For some reason, that made me so incrediblysad.
Why was I so freaking sad?
“I’ll ask you again, Milo. What is it that you want?”
You. I want you.
The thought ripped across my lust-drunk mind so violently that I gasped.
Why? Why did I want him?
What was happening to me?
When it became clear I was going to be unable to respond, he seemed to take pity on me.
“Do you want to come, Milo?” His deep, velvety voice was so visceral. It felt like he was touching me, even though I was the one with my hands still buried in his hair.
Each puff of his breath warmed my lips as his words rolled over me, and another hot surge of blood rushed to my cock.
Before I could worry that I had completely lost my mind, I found myself nodding.
“Please…”I whispered, and a low, animalistic growl rumbled out of his chest. He rested his forehead against mine, and I whined. But still, he didn’t touch me.
“Alright. Let’s see how well you can listen this time, Milo. Are you gonna be good and do as I say?”
“Y-yes.”
