Page 26 of Silent Fire

His orgasm slammed into him like a freight train, whiting out his vision as he came with a hoarse shout. Tomas drank him down greedily, unrelenting until Noel was wrung out and boneless against the sheets.

When Noel’s tremors finally subsided, Tomas rose to his knees, dragging Noel into a kiss that seemed to mark his very essence. The taste of himself on Tomas’s tongue only fueled the fire burning through his veins.

With Brian, sex was a chore, twenty minutes of questioning decisions and feeling a part of himself wither away. With Tomas, every nerve ending sparked a thrill, every brush of fingers drawing him closer to surrendering entirely to the guy.

Noel looped his arms around Tomas’s neck, clinging to the solid weight of him as they traded messy, openmouthed kisses. His mate was everywhere—the searing glide of skin, the rasp of his stubble, the low rumbling growls that vibrated straight to Noel’s core. He was utterly surrounded, consumed in the best way.

Tomas broke the kiss with a guttural groan, rocking his aching cock against the crease of Noel’s thigh. “Need you,” he panted against the thundering pulse in Noel’s throat. “All of you, cariño. Need to be inside you.”

Hearing that wrecked plea spurred Noel into action. He hooked a leg over Tomas’s hip, using the leverage to flip them in one smooth motion until he straddled those powerful thighs.

Tomas’s eyes went comically wide for just a heartbeat before that familiar fire blazed in their depths once more. His strong hands settled at Noel’s waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks as he ground upward with a feral snarl.

“Told you couldn’t handle me, mi lobo.” Noel gasped at the delicious friction, head tipping back as he rose up on his knees. He reached back, grasping Tomas’s rigid cock and giving a firm stroke from root to tip. Tomas’s stomach muscles jumped beneath Noel’s thighs, his growl morphing into a guttural moan.

Glancing down, Noel drank in the sight of his mate—chest heaving, muscles taut and straining, cheeks flushed with arousal. He was a vision of rugged masculine beauty, completely undone yet radiating quiet power.

Noel sank back down, guiding Tomas’s cock to his entrance. He sucked in a breath when he felt something wet bathe his hole.

“Natural lube,” Tomas growled softly. “Just hold steady, mi pecado bonito.” My pretty sin.

“That is so hot.” Noel felt another spurt then a third, his ring of muscle relaxing.

He locked eyes with his mate as he slowly impaled himself in one long, steady glide until he was fully sheathed. The burn radiated through him in dizzying waves of sensation.

Tomas watched him through eyes gone black with want, lips parted on a ragged exhale. His hands roamed restlessly over Noel’s thighs, hips, waist, like he couldn’t stop touching every inch of bared skin.

Neither of them moved for a breathless eternity. They simply existed in that suspended moment, bodies joined in the most carnal way as the air thickened with their mingled breaths and the scents of sweat and musk.

Then Tomas surged upward, capturing Noel’s mouth in a bruising kiss as he rolled his hips in a slow, relentless grind. Noel gasped into the kiss, clinging to those broad shoulders as pleasure lanced straight to his core.

It had been so long, he’d forgotten what good sex was, although it had never been this good.

Tomas growled against his lips, one hand fisting in Noel’s hair to angle his head for deeper plundering. The kiss was pure possession, all teeth and tongues and molten hunger. Noel surrendered to it utterly, letting the firestorm entirely consume him.

Noel dragged blunted nails down the slopes of Tomas’s back, relishing the way those muscles rippled and flexed beneath his palms. He was utterly consumed, lost to everything but the taste of Tomas on his tongue, the scorch of calloused skin against his own.

“Dios, cariño,” Tomas rasped out, voice fractured. “You feel like heaven.” He brushed a featherlight kiss across Noel’s swollen lips, his gaze scorching. “Mi cielo.”

Tomas set a punishing pace, each powerful thrust burying him deeper into Noel’s heat. He met Tomas surge for surge, nails scoring lines of delicious fire down his mate’s back.

“Yes, move for me, little flower." Tomas’s rough demand sent a full-body shudder through Noel. "Let me see how gorgeous you are when you're falling apart on my cock."

A breathless whine spilled from Noel’s lips. He braced his hands on Tomas’s shoulders and obeyed, rising up with shaky thighs until just the thick head of Tomas’s cock stretched him wide. Then he sank back down, a guttural moan torn from both their throats.

Noel set a rolling, sinuous rhythm, grinding down to meet each of Tomas’s powerful thrusts. His head lolled back, lips parted on a litany of breathless curses and wordless pleas. The angle was perfect, dragging Tomas’s cock over that bundle of nerves with each downward grind until Noel was trembling on the razor's edge.

“That's it, mi alma,” Tomas growled, voice wrecked. “Let me see you. All of you.”

His hands roamed freely, gripping Noel’s hips to help set a punishing pace that robbed the breath from his lungs. Sweat beaded on their skin, muscles straining with the effort as their rhythm grew frantic, wild, all thoughts of finesse abandoned.

The world had narrowed to this—slick flesh, rasping breaths, the obscene wet sounds of their joining. Noel was lost to everything but the exquisite drag of Tomas’s cock filling him again and again, stoking the inferno coiling low in his belly into a raging blaze.

Noel could only keen his mate’s name like a prayer, a benediction. The world fractured and fell away until there was nothing but Tomas surrounding him.

His release barreled toward him, inexorable and unstoppable. Noel keened, body seizing taut as a bowstring as the first hot spurts striped their bellies. Tomas snarled, rhythm faltering as he chased his own crest with animalistic intensity.

“Mine.” Tomas sank sharp teeth into Noel’s shoulder, the pain morphing into pleasure.

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