Page 55 of Destined Mate

Wesley’s teeth grazed hotly across Jerome’s collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake, lighting up every nerve. Breathless and overwhelmed, his mind a swirling haze of emotion and need, Jerome kissed Wesley again, their mouths crashing together once more.

He could kiss this male for the rest of his life.

They broke apart only to strip more clothing off, Wesley working diligently to remove their shirts while Jerome fumbled to unbutton Wesley’s jeans.

Once they were bare, Wesley pulled him close, the hotness of his skin dragging a gasp from Jerome. The contact was electrifying, and Jerome groaned with pleasure at the hard cock rubbing against his.

It had been many, many,manyyears since he’d felt that. His skin was almost too sensitive, sparks of sensation dancing wildly as Wesley’s hands caressed him all over.

Jerome couldn’t think about anything except how badly he wanted this—how badly he wanted Wesley. The knot of excitement and nerves tightened inside him, growing ever larger with each touch.

His heart thundered inside his chest, beating in time with the need pulsing through his veins. It made him dizzy, made him drunk with longing.

Wesley moved to his neck, kissing and nipping softly along his jawline, down to his shoulder, and back again. Jerome moaned and wrapped his arms around Wesley, feeling the solid strength of his body and basking in the knowledge that it was his, all his.

“Jerome,” Wesley murmured.

Hearing the desire in Wesley’s voice sent a rush of heat through his body. Wesley picked Jerome up, lifting him with ease, and Jerome rested his head on his mate’s shoulder. He loved the power Wesley had.

Wesley placed him on the bed with such tender care, then followed him down, nestling between Jerome’s spread legs. Their bodies slotted together perfectly, like two pieces that had always been meant to fit.

Wesley’s legs tangled with his own, warm and firm, and Jerome clutched at Wesley’s back, feeling the crisp hair and the solid muscle beneath his hands.

They kissed deeply, hungrily, and Jerome’s entire being ached with longing. Jerome had never been wanted quite like this before.

He arched into Wesley, greedy for more as he lay beneath him. This was everything he had needed and dreamed of. He let out a ragged moan, digging his nails into Wesley’s shoulders, loving the feel of him.

Wesley hovered above him for a moment, his eyes filled with raw, unfiltered desire. Then he bent down, trailing his fingers languidly over Jerome’s stomach.

The touches were teasing at first, but they grew more insistent. Jerome held his breath, anticipation building as Wesley’s hands moved closer and closer, skimming over his stomach and upward.

Finally, they reached their destination, and Wesley tweaked Jerome’s nipples, pinching and pulling at them with gentle insistence, igniting Jerome’s senses like fireworks exploding with each squeeze. Then he took one into his mouth, sucking while rolling the other.

Jerome cried out, his mind whiting out as every coherent thought dissolved into a chaotic storm of lust and want. His cock jerked against his stomach. He’d experienced nothing quite like it—had never known it could be like this.

Wesley released the nipple he’d been teasing, then trailed his fingers down Jerome’s chest with a deliberate slowness. The warmth of Wesley’s touch sent a ripple through Jerome’s taut abdominal muscles, causing them to twitch involuntarily under the gentle caress.

The sensations were a mix of ticklish delight and mounting anticipation, igniting a craving for more. Wesley finally reached Jerome’s groin, tracing delicate patterns that promised even greater pleasures to come.

“Oh, fuck.” Jerome was on the brink of climax, overwhelmed by Wesley’s scent and his own intense desire.

“Easy.”

Jerome choked back a slightly hysterical laugh. Good grief, he was a bundle of nervous energy, like a rocket primed and ready for launch. This was just utterly insane. His overwhelming emotions threatened to spill over.

“You may have to take the edge off. I’m so… ah, gods, so close already. Like, insanely close.”

Wesley frowned at him. “Are you really?”

“I… Yes.” Jerome writhed on the bed. “As soon as you put a finger inside me, that’s going to be it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

The situation was completely nuts.

“I’m certainly not complaining. I love that you’re this sensitive.” Wesley wrapped his fingers around Jerome’s cock and firmly stroked him.

His head was going to explode—and he wasn’t sure which one he was referring to. “Seriously. If you don’t—”

He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Every nerve in his body felt electrified.

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