Page 207 of Eight of Swords, Part Two

‘You won’t even try to stay, you…’ Kade rubs himself desperately against Lachlan, tangled in every part of him he can reach. ‘Fuck… please, please, oh God, I can’t live without you, I don’t know how I did… I… I’m just the body, and I told myself a story and I waited for you… forever, and I can’t let you go. I won’t let you go… fuck, fuck, baby, please, please, make me come, make it go away, make it stop, make it start, make me come alive, make me yours for all time and burn the world to stay with me, stay because you’re mine and I… oh baby, please, right there, fuck, I love you, I love your shadow and I love your voice and I love what I can’t see and don’t know and I need you… ahhh! I need to… please!’

The orgasm hits him like a punch.

Something moves through his body with furious tidal force.

Pleasure so big it can’t fit inside him… it’s bursting through every part of him and he’s come before, he’s made himself come, but oh… God, it wasn’t anything like this. His spine arches and he screams, he actually fucking screams as he comes, his cock pulsing thick and heavy, like his soul is trying to get out through it, get free, get away, fuck, it’s too much, and Lachlan isn’t stopping, won’t stop.

He won’t ever stop or leave because love is forever.

Love is forever, always and everywhere.

Lachlan sucks a deep, dark bruise into his neck, panting against the mess he made, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. It makes him jolt, a lazy smile stretching as he closes his eyes.

‘Greedy.’

Lachlan rubs through the wet mess, pulling his hand out and sucking on his fingers. ‘Greedy for you.’

Julian licks into his mouth for more kisses, slower now, breathless and indulgent. ‘Wanna make you come, Lachlan.’

‘I don’t need to—’

‘I want it,’ Julian corrects. ‘Don’t you wanna give me whatever I want?’

Staring down at him for a long moment, Lachlan nods. ‘Always.’

‘Then let me make you come.’

‘Just… same way?’

‘Yeah.’ Julian grins wickedly. ‘It’s so fucking hot watching you turn into a sloppy teenager for me. Come on, Bodyguard. Through the clothes so you can still get into heaven.’

Lachlan gives a rough laugh. ‘I think that may be off the table.’

Julian wraps his legs around Lachlan’s waist, slotting just so. ‘Fuck it, then,’ he moans, licking his way into the mouth he loves. ‘Two tickets to hell, Bodyguard. Just you and me.’

‘Oh, fuck,’ Lachlan grunts, head dropping to press against Julian’s, muscles tightening, so tense, holding himself together just for Julian because only Julian gets to make him fall apart, fall to pieces, fall, fall, fall in love each time anew, brand new, all over again. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you more,’ Julian promises, means it. ‘Rub up against me, so fucking needy, so desperate, and all mine.’

‘Yours, baby,’ he cries out, already close. ‘Been yours forever.’

Julian crashes their mouths together, draws blood.

He wants it, needs it, loves it.

All that salty water on his tongue.

‘Mine.’

Lachlan groans deep and low like he’s taken a knife to the guts, eyes rolling back as his spine arches and Julian drinks in every moment of it, every tiny reaction, the spill of pleasure and how it wrecks his soldier, his man, his soulmate. He keeps his eyes open while they kiss because he’s greedy, possessive and selfish for every piece of the time they have together.

Smiling, Julian fixes clawed fingers over Lachlan’s heart, scratching.

‘I’d eat it if I could,’ he whispers darkly.

‘Baby, I’d let you.’ Lachlan bites Julian’s lip, sucking on the blood. ‘I’d pull it out and give it only to you.’

‘Because you’re mine.’