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I could feel his gaze on the place where our bodies met. Envisioned those golden eyes focused on his cock tunneling in and out of me. He liked watching himself fucking me almost as much as he liked fucking me. A few times, he’d hauled a mirror up the narrow stairs to do just that. On those occasions, I felt him for longer than a day.

“Good boy,” he rasped now. He released my arms and smacked my ass hard, and I knew he was watching it bounce. I braced myself with both fists pressed into the bed in front of me. He kept right on spanking, punctuating his thrusts with hard blows that ripped feral sounds from my throat. I was loud, my cries and curses nearly drowning out the thick slap of his body against mine.

He gripped my cheeks in both hands and jiggled the muscle. “You missed me, hmm? Needed to get dicked, didn’t you.”

“Yeah” was all I could manage through clenched teeth.

“Is it good? You like it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He threw an arm around my chest and pulled me against him, sealing my back to his front. We stuck to each other, locked together with lust and sweat. His fangs skimmed my neck. “Your dick is so hard. I bet you could come like this.”

Probably. I tipped my head down and stared at my cock. It bounced in sync with his vicious thrusts, the tip so red it practically glowed. I reached for my dick, only for him to seize my wrist and pin it to my side.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He gripped my throat, his big hand squeezing my windpipe. “You know better than that.”

“Need to come,” I croaked. It was going to happen any second whether he gave permission or not. But maybe that was his goal. Another excuse to punish me. He’d like that—but so would I, so “punishment” was a relative term.

He wrapped both hands around my neck, forcing my head back as he continued plowing me. He pumped so hard and deep it was like he was trying to fuck his nuts inside me. I gazed at the beamed ceiling as goosebumps covered my skin and I teetered on the edge of euphoria. His stamina was unrivaled. I couldn’t have kept up his pace this long. He snapped his hips and squeezed my throat, slowly throttling my intake of air.

The familiar wash of dizziness swept me. Spots danced in my vision. My face tingled…and then the sensation spread everywhere. My arms, my legs, my flailing dick. My balls were numb, so I couldn’t be certain if they tingled. I didn’t much care, either. I just needed to come. And I was going to. Gods, I was going to lose it.

He spread his long fingers over my jaw and forced them inside my mouth.

“Mmph,” I grunted, reduced to a bundle of raw nerves and desperate desire. My dick streamed. I was so overstimulated, his thrusts were almost too much. And then they pushed past that barrier and tipped into nirvana. An inferno roared under my skin. I ceased to be Laurent. Stopped being anything that resembled blood or bone or flesh. I was merely a receptacle for pleasure. Endless waves of vibrations like ripples of water spreading ever outward. Drool coated my chin. I sucked on his fingers and prepared to fly apart.

Without warning, his voice slid inside my head. “You want to come?”

Shock popped my eyes wide. He never used his gift during sex. Never. He rarely used it at all. I grunted my assent, and he moved a hand to my dick and jacked me hard.

“Then let’s see it.” On the last word, he released his grip on my throat.

I incinerated. I came on a deafening cry, bucking as my dick spurted and air rushed into my lungs. My ass pulsed around his cock—spasms I couldn’t control as the full-body orgasm ripped through me. Milky come splattered the bed and coated his hand. I was still coming when he shoved me flat on my stomach, collapsed on top of me, and rode my ass to his own release. He shook as he flooded me with hot come.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his forehead pressed to my nape. His heart thundered against my back. “Fuck, Laurent.”

I exhaled into the bedding smashed against my face. “Well, you certainly did that.”

He said nothing, but I felt his smile against my neck.

We came down together, and when I twisted my head back, his mouth was waiting for me. Our kiss was slow and thorough this time, the frenzy behind us. After a minute, he rolled us to our sides, his larger body spooning mine from behind. He curled an arm under my thigh and hiked it up.

“Show me.”

I flexed, pushing his seed from my body. It slid from my still-quivering hole and trailed down my crack. There was a lot. If I had to guess, he hadn’t come at all in the past two weeks. But I would never ask. The beach at Lar Keiren was one of a few things Varick simply would not speak of. But he never forgot. And he knew I didn’t, either. The posts I kept in my body were part of the vow we’d made the night he promised not to hurt himself again.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his heavy-lidded gaze traveling up my body. He scooped a glob of my come from my abs and held it to my lips. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, and when I licked them clean, he fed me more. He held me that way, ferrying come from my chest and abs to my waiting mouth. He watched me suck, his eyes occasionally dipping to my leaking hole. When every drop of come was gone, he grasped my softened dick and squeezed a bead of semen from the tip.

“Varick,” I groaned. He pushed his fingers into my mouth, and I shuddered as echoes of my orgasm rippled through me.

After a few more lazy kisses, we lay quietly in the wrecked bed. The sheets were uncomfortably damp and my skin itched with drying sweat, but I would have stayed longer if I could. Maybe forever.

But I couldn’t. The world waited at the bottom of the stairs. Duty waited. My wife waited.

I stared at the shadows the candles set dancing against the wall. “I need you here.”

His chest expanded against my back. His sigh ruffled my hair. “What’s she like?”

“Powerful. Passionate.”

“And you aren’t sure how you feel about the first one.”

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