Page 110 of Resilience on Canvas

“Do you want me to fuck you soft? I still can. I was only kiddin’ before.”

Henry shook his head. “No, I-I want you to take me rough, Robert. Just need a minute.” He took a couple of breaths. Warm fondness spread through Robert’s chest. Christ, he loved his brave little wolf. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Slowly, Robert shifted his hips back before thrusting forward as hard as he could. Henry cried out. Robert paused, worry settling in his stomach, but then Henry nodded once, providing Robert with the encouragement and reassurance to continue.

Robert fucked Henry twice more. Hard.

“Lord Almighty,” Henry rasped. “Just like that.”

Henry’s words provided Robert with the final push he needed. When Robert resumed his thrusting, he letwantconsume him. He fucked Henry harder than he thought he’d ever let himself. All the while, Henry’s moans and cries and whines stoked the fire in Robert’s soul, reigniting a passion that only moments before, he’d thought might have been lost forever. Giving Henry what he wanted, fucking Henry how he wanted to be fucked, Robert felt like he was reclaiming a piece of himself. He was still a caretaker, through and through.

Emboldened by the realization, Robert took hold of Henry’s wrists and pinned him to the bed. Pressing them into the mattress, he continued to roll his hips.

Henry’s next moan—soft and needy—struck Robert in the chest, making his heart stutter.

“Mine,” Robert said, through a forceful thrust. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Always yers,” Henry replied.

“Forever.” Robert shifted his weight to press more firmly on Henry’s wrists. “I’ll never let you go, Henry Davis. Don’t you forget it.”

Henry’s breath hitched, and the sound sent a shiver of pleasure pulsing through Robert’s veins, traveling the length of his spine. Everything started to tingle. Goddamn, he was so close.

After one more thrust, Henry let out a long, low moan and came. Warm, white pleasure spurted from Henry’s cock, and Robert’s own member started to pulse.

“I’m comin’, too, Hen.”

Slowing his thrusts, Robert shut his eyes and surrendered to his orgasm, emptying himself inside of the man he loved. When he was finished, he paused to catch his breath, still lost in the wonderful state of post-orgasm bliss.

Henry’s voice brought him back to the present. “Uhm, Robert?”

Dazed, Robert opened his eyes to see Henry looking at his wrists, both of which were still pinned to the mattress, his fingertips turning white.

“Oh, Christ, sorry,” Robert said, removing his hands.

Laughing, Henry began opening and closing his fists.

“Goodness, that was...” Henry let out a breath. “I loved it.”

“Yeah? Are you sure it wasn’t too rough?”

“I’ve been wantin’ that from you for forever. Before I even thought of us bein’ intimate like this, I wanted it. I mean, before we met, I would watch you lose yer temper when someone tried to shortchange you on those vegetable hauls or I’d watch you strut through town with this honest-to-God fire in yer eyes, and, oh, IknewI wanted to experience it somehow.”

Robert snorted a laugh as he settled onto his back next to Henry. “I’ve never met anyone else like you, little wolf. God, you see flames, and you run right into them. I swear.”

Henry rolled over to face him. “Just when it comes to you.”

“Not true. Yer a brave son of a bitch, Henry. When it comes to plumb near everything.” Robert swept a hand through Henry’s hair. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Maybe I’m alittlebrave.” Henry smiled bashfully, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Sometimes.”

“Nuh-uh.” Robert shook his head. “All the time.”

Threading his fingers through Henry’s soft brown-blond hair, Robert made himself a promise. Someday, he would make Henry see the strength and courage he had inside him.

And Henry would know why Robert called him his little wolf.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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