Page 76 of The Defiant Curse

“I feel the same about yours,” Graham admitted. “I can’t imagine my life without you. It is the best life in the world now, and I’m blessed.”

That was how Michael felt.

He went from lonely to content in a matter of days, and marrying this sexy man was the best thing he’d ever done.

Well, other than finding himself employed by the Blackhawks. They’d gotten him here.

“Touch me, please,” Graham begged. “I need your hands all over me to be whole.”

Oh, well, he could do that.

Why?

Because he felt the same.

Bracing his arms by Graham’s head, as he pinned him to the mattress, he took his mouth in a kiss. The whole time, he was focused on nothing but giving pleasure.

And destroying his control.

All of his life, he needed to be the Top in the relationship, and this man gave him that joy.

That pleasure.

Nothing had ever been the same since losing contact with Graham. Now, he was whole again.

Focusing on giving his man all he had, he devoured him with that kiss.

Oh, and it was a hot, tangle of tongues for sure.

With his mouth only, he pulled a deep moan from Graham, and himself.

But he wasn’t done.

He found his rhythm, whipped him into a frenzy.

When he slowly broke the kiss, Graham’s eyes were glazed over in pleasure, and Michael wanted more.

He wanted all.

“Jesus Christ,” Graham muttered, his whole brain numb from that single kiss. “Your mouth is dangerous.”

Only for his husband.

That was for sure.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he admitted, knowing that he was only beginning. He wasn’t stopping until both of them were shouting in pleasure, and release.

Graham succumbed to those words simply because of the deep masculine tone that always made his belly quiver and his dick harden.

This man was a menace.

And he was his.

What wouldn’t he do to always have moments like this with his sexy husband?

“Show me,” he whispered.

Oh, well, if that’s what he wanted, he absolutely could do that.