Page 35 of Tender Wild

Miguel positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Jared’s ring of muscle. Their eyes locked, Miguel’s burning with an amber glow that made Jared’s heart stutter.

“Ready?” Miguel asked, voice rough at the edges.

“Yes.” Jared felt his mate’s precum spurting against his entrance, lubing and relaxing the muscle.

Then Miguel pushed forward, breaching him with exquisite slowness. The initial pressure made Jared gasp, his body tensing involuntarily.

“Breathe,” Miguel murmured, voice rough with restraint. “Just breathe through it.”

Miguel paused, giving him time to adjust while pressing soft kisses along his collarbone.

Jared exhaled slowly, forcing his muscles to relax. As he did, Miguel pushed deeper, the stretch burning in the most exquisite way.

Jared forced air into his lungs, focusing on the sensation of Miguel gradually filling him inch by slow inch. The stretch bordered on painful, then transformed into something else entirely as Miguel sank deeper.

“Fuck,” Jared hissed, his back coming off the mattress at the intense pleasure. “That’s—”

“Too much?” Miguel stilled immediately, muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Jared hooked his ankles behind Miguel’s back to pull him closer.

A half-smile curved the man’s lips as he pressed forward again, sinking another inch into Jared’s tight heat. “Bossy little kitten.”

His body pulsed around the intrusion, adjusting to Miguel’s size.

“You feel fucking perfect,” Miguel growled, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of Jared’s hips.

The first tentative thrust nearly unraveled Jared completely. His fingers clutched at Miguel’s biceps, muscle flexing beneath his grip. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure radiating outward from where they were joined.

Miguel established a rhythm, controlled and deep, his gaze never leaving Jared’s face. Something about that eye contact—the raw vulnerability of being seen while being taken—made Jared’s chest tighten with emotion he couldn't name.

“Right there,” Jared gasped when Miguel shifted slightly, hitting a spot that made his vision blur. “God, right there.”

Miguel’s pace quickened, the bed frame creaking a protest beneath them. Sweat beaded on his forehead, catching in his eyelashes as he drove into Jared with increasing urgency.

Jared’s hands roamed Miguel’s back, tracing scars and muscle, memorizing the landscape of his mate's body. When Miguel’s cock hit that perfect angle again, Jared’s nails dug half-moons into his shoulders.

“Harder,” Jared demanded, voice cracking. “Need more.”

Miguel complied, driving into him with enough force to slide them up the bed. Jared’s fingers scrabbled for purchase against Miguel’s back, feeling muscles flex and contract with each movement.

Each thrust built upon the last, creating a rhythm that sent electricity racing along his nerves.

“Wanted this since I first saw you,” Miguel confessed, voice strained with effort and restraint. “Wanted you like this.”

Jared couldn't respond, could barely think past the sensation of Miguel filling him, claiming him. His thighs trembled, heels digging into the mattress for leverage as he met each thrust.

“Look at me,” Miguel commanded, voice thick with desire.

Jared’s eyes, which had drifted closed in pleasure, snapped open to meet Miguel’s gaze. The connection between them intensified, something primal and ancient passing between them as their bodies joined.

Miguel shifted, angling his hips, and suddenly stars exploded behind Jared’s eyes.

Miguel drove into him relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. Sweat beaded on his forehead, muscles straining as he maintained the pace. The room filled with their mingled breaths and the sound of skin against skin.

“Not gonna last,” Jared admitted, feeling pressure building at the base of his spine. Every nerve ending felt alive, electric.

“Then don’t.” Miguel wrapped his hand around Jared’s neglected cock. “Come for me, solecito.”

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