The realness hit Scar like a thunderbolt to his chest.
No one’s ever had this or touched him here but me.
All this time, Gage has been waiting for someone worthy.
And he chose me. Me.
A swell of pride washed over him, making him feel monumental. Gage agreeing to marry him had erased any lingering doubts he’d had about himself being damaged goods or destined for hell.
Gage pressed back against his finger. “Yes, please,” he begged, in a ragged whisper, laced with desperation.
Gage wrapped his hand around Scar’s throbbing cock. His grip was firm yet hesitant as he stroked him from base to tip with careful touches that damn near made his knees buckle.
He grunted, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Pleasure coiled in his gut as Gage’s virgin touch ignited a fire that almost demolished his restraint.
He captured Gage’s mouth again, kissing him with all the love words couldn’t describe.
Gage whimpered into the kiss, canting his hips forward.
“I want you inside me. I want it to be you.” Gage’s voice cracked with longing as he squeezed his fingers around his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Scar gritted.
Gage was making this difficult as hell. Scar’s body was pulsing with love and iron will.
As much as he ached to claim Gage, he wanted their first time to be perfect and in line with Gage’s faith.
“I won’t go into you tonight,” he whispered against Gage’s lips.
Gage pulled back slightly, “But—”
Scar caressed the sharp line of Gage’s jaw, willing him to feel the weight of his vow.
“The first time I make love to you”—he took Gage’s hand and kissed the gold band on his ring finger—“it’ll be as your husband.”
He searched Gage’s face for understanding.
“But…” He took Gage’s hardness in his hand and stroked him, slowly. “I can still make you fly right now.”
Gage buried his face in his throat, kissing and drinking at the water running over him.
He guided Gage backward toward the built-in shower bench. When his legs bumped the edge, he pressed on his shoulders until he sank down willingly.
Gage leaned forward and licked across his abs before Scar dropped to his knees.
Gage’s cock strained toward him, the head deep red and glistening. Scar damn near felt sorry for him.
He bent and placed open-mouthed kisses along the inside of Gage’s thigh, sucking lightly on the tender skin before biting just enough to draw a sharp inhale.
His natural scent, mixed with soap and steam, made Scar want to spend hours tasting and savoring every inch. He tongued and massaged higher until he was making marks where Gage’s thigh met his groin.
Gage was shaking, his moans growing louder and more urgent as he fisted his hands in Scar’s wet hair.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Gage’s cock, relaxed his throat, and swallowed him.
Flavor exploded on his tongue, salty and clean. Scar hummed and hallowed his cheeks until a strangled cry fell from Gage’s lips.
His thighs quivered, muscles jumping under his hands, and he knew, with a thrill of satisfaction, that Gage was already barreling toward the edge.
