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WHENTREY LIFTED HIS HEAD, MET HISgaze, Magnus held still, praying Trey wasn’t about to put distance between them. It was what he did. Every time they made progress, every time they succumbed to the desire that tethered their souls, Trey would always push him away.
“Don’t make me sleep alone,” Magnus whispered.
Trey didn’t look away, those steel-blue eyes glittering when he said, “Take me to your bed.”
Magnus didn’t hesitate, reaching for Trey’s hand, gripping his palm, and urging him to his feet. Trey padded behind him down the hall as Magnus flipped off the lights.
He shoved down the guilt that came from knowing he was about to get fucked while Ava was God only knows where. He should’ve been focused on her, but there was an ache deep inside him that only this man could ease. An ache brought on by a plethora of emotions that churned. Lust, need, and bone-chilling fear. He couldn’t separate them, didn’t know which was more prominent, which was the very reason he needed this man to comfort him for a little while, to provide a flicker of light in the never-ending darkness.
When Magnus reached for the light switch in the bedroom, Trey grumbled, “Leave it on.”
Magnus lowered his hand then let Trey lead the way to the bed. A moment later, he was on his back while Trey was discarding his clothes. He watched in awe, just like he always did, then welcomed the man with open arms.
Trey crawled over him, sighed when Magnus reached for him, sliding his hands over all that warm, velvet-smooth skin.
“I can’t fight this anymore,” Trey mumbled against his mouth. “I don’t want to.”
Hope sparked in his chest when Trey’s mouth settled over his in a kiss fueled by something they’d been fighting all this time.
“I need you, Magnus,” Trey moaned softly, pressing his hips down, his cock thick and hard between them.
“You’ve got me,” he answered, palming the back of Trey’s head, letting their tongues do the communicating for the next few minutes.
They were both panting when they came up for air.
Trey lifted his head, stared down at him, and Magnus saw it. That beautiful spark he’d been desperate to see signifying Trey’s surrender.
“Love me, Trey,” he rasped, never breaking eye contact.
Something flashed hot then winked out almost instantly, as though a curtain had been drawn.
Magnus spread his legs wider, urging Trey to take what he was willing to give.
“Right here,” Magnus told him. “Right now.”
Trey sat back on his haunches, and Magnus saw the indecision as it flitted across his ridiculously handsome face. As usual, he was overthinking.
“Love. Me,” Magnus demanded.
Trey hissed, then jerked as though he’d been yanked from a glorious dream. He turned, reached toward the nightstand.
Magnus’s breaths became heavier as he watched the muscles in Trey’s body shift and bunch. He twisted back, the bottle of lube in his hand. Magnus had set it out because he’d been praying they would end up here.
His lungs worked overtime as his body prepared for the sensual assault. He watched as Trey slicked his cock, every muscle standing out in stark relief as he stroked it, lubricating it in preparation for what was to come.
When Trey turned again, Magnus reached out, halted him with a hand on his arm, stopping him from reaching the condom.
“We don’t need it.”
Trey’s eyes flashed again.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you,” Magnus told him. “And I’m clean. Got the results to prove it if you want them.”
Trey’s nostrils flared, his eyes darkening.
“I trust you, Trey. You can trust me, too.” He tugged Trey’s arm, urging him closer. “No more barriers.”
