Page 35 of Little Bunny

Matias’s hips twitched, barely restrained. The muscles in his thighs trembled with the effort to hold still.

Elijah could feel the need rolling off him like heat from the pavement. But still—Matias didn’t force. Didn’t shove. Didn’t take. Holding himself back even now. Something warm curled in Elijah’s chest.

A challenge was one thing. Dominance, control, hunger—he expected those. But Matias’s restraint, his willingness to let Elijah do this at his own pace, let him play, tease, torture.

That was something else entirely.

Elijah licked the slit then took Matias deep again, tightening his lips, sucking harder. Matias swore, the word Spanish and probably filthy.

Then Elijah pulled back. Again.

Matias snarled. “You’re testing me, hermoso.”

Elijah smirked, lips wet, eyes dark with mischief. “What’s the matter?” His voice was pure silk, teasing, wicked. “I thought you had control.”

Matias’s breathing turned ragged. His muscles locked tight. Every inch of him was strung so taut, so coiled, so close to breaking.

He was one second away from snapping.

And Elijah fucking loved it. One more slow lick. One more teasing press of his lips. Then—

“Conejito.” Matias’s voice was a warning. “Finish what you started.”

Elijah shivered.

The raw command in Matias’s tone sent heat rolling straight to his cock, his own arousal pulsing painfully.

“Make me,” he taunted, grinning as he deliberately pulled back again.

Matias moved so fast Elijah barely had time to react. A powerful hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and in one smooth motion, Matias flipped their positions, forcing Elijah back onto the bed. Hovering above him, Matias snarled, pinning Elijah beneath him. His light brown eyes were blown wide, his control shredded.

“You want me to take control, hermoso?” Matias’s lips brushed against Elijah’s jaw as he spoke, his voice thick with restraint, hunger, possession. “Careful what you wish for.”

Elijah’s breath hitched, heart pounding. Then Matias kissed him—hard. The rough scrape of his beard. The demanding press of his lips. The heat, the hunger, the need.

Holy fucking hell.

Matias kissed like he owned him. Like he’d claimed him. And Elijah let him. For now.

Matias shifted above him, all heat and muscle, his body caging Elijah’s against the mattress. Every sharp breath, every slow grind of his hips sent shockwaves through Elijah’s system.

He was big. Everywhere.

The man was always in control—always collected—but here, in this moment, that control was fraying. And hell if that didn’t make Elijah’s blood run hot.

His breath caught as Matias’s hands spread over his thighs, thumbs pressing firm against sensitive skin. The man was taking his time, dragging this out, keeping Elijah on edge.

“Spread your legs for me, hermoso.”

A command, soft but edged with steel. Elijah obeyed, body tensing with anticipation.

The bed shifted. Matias leaned in, bracing himself on his forearm as his free hand slid up Elijah’s thigh, over his hip, across his stomach. The touch was lethal, so deceptively slow and easy that it had Elijah’s entire body begging for more.

Matias’s lips ghosted over his, teasing, tasting. “You ready for me, conejito?”

Elijah swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

The first press of Matias’s cock against him sent a shockwave straight through Elijah’s system. Thick, hot, insistent.

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