“Oh, Shadow, I’m never letting you go.” He kisses me deeply before rolling on a condom and coating it with lube. “You’re mine.”
I breathe heavily as he pushes my knees up and eases inside me inch by agonising inch. He looks like a fucking Norse god, biting down on his lip as he watches where we’re joined through hooded eyes.
Leaning in, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. “Is this okay?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum, relaxing my body to let him in. “Oh my God, Zac. You feel so good.”
His mouth kicks up into a sexy smirk as he presses in deeper, hitting my prostate and making me see stars.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, Zac. Don’t stop. Please don’t—Oh, fuck.”
“Shh…” he says with a chuckle, pressing a finger to my lips as he adjusts his position and picks up his pace.
“Mmf…” I groan, gripping his neck and pulling him down for an earth-shattering kiss. My senses are full of him—his taste, his hard muscles pressed into mine, his intoxicating masculine scent, his piercing blue eyes. Everything mixes together in an erotic fog.
Pre-cum leaks onto my abs from my throbbing cock. My nerves spark with heat, electricity bursting down my spine in blinding succession, and I bite my lip to stop myself from coming too soon. I’ve never experienced this type of intense pleasure.
I clench around him every time he pulls out, my body trembling with need.
“You’re taking me so well, Noah,” Zac grunts, going deeper with every thrust, hitting that pleasure spot over and over again. “Are you going to come for me?”
His dirty talk does something to me, coupled with that low, gravelly tenor, and my abs contract as I blow my load all over both of us. It keeps coming, thick, white ropes of cum, making a mess everywhere.
“Fuck, baby,” Zac groans, kissing me again. “That’s so goddamn hot.”
He thrusts inside me a couple more times before pulling out and ripping off the condom, stroking his cock in quick, jerking strokes until his cum mixes with mine.
“I fucking love you, Zac.” I push into a sitting position,gripping his face in my hands and crushing my lips to his in a feverish clash of tongue and teeth. He teases me, nipping my bottom lip before devouring my mouth in a passion that meets my own.
Something has changed between us since our declarations.
Everything is more.
More intense.
More heightened.
More charged.
Just more.
Kissing the man I love no longer scares me—sharing every breath, swallowing every sound. Instead, there’s a desperate ache of needing more and never getting enough.
I chase him when he pulls away, and he lets out a low chuckle as he reaches for my discarded shirt to clean up our mess.
“Are we going to talk about what happened with your dad?” he murmurs, dropping onto his back next to me, resting one arm behind his head and one over his stomach.
“There’s nothing to talk about. His reasons for doing what he did aren’t good enough.”
“You spoke to your grandad about staying in Beckford?”
My lips quirk into a smile. “Yeah. I’m going to look into counselling, like I said. It means another couple of years of study, but Grandad said he’ll pay, so I don’t have to worry about Dad cutting me off. He can try, but he has nothing left to control me with.”
Zac rolls onto his side to face me and brushes my hair off my face. “No, he doesn’t. I’m proud of you. That can’t have been easy.”
I shrug. “I’m kind of glad it’s done now.”
“Will you talk to him?”
