Page 118 of Stone Seduction
“Too much?” I managed.
“Too much too fast?” he clarified.
I shook my head, wrapped in silky bewilderment.
He loved me.
Asher loved me.
“I think you just know when it’s right,” he said, keeping his hand on my head.
I shuffled, crossing my legs. He spoke for both of us. This was so new, a cocktail of sensations in constant flux. Lust and butterflies and safety. That feeling of home—the special kind reserved for a lover with increasing importance.
“It’s not too fast,” I said.
“No?”
“Why waste time when we know we want this?”
Without Seth hanging around like a bad smell, we could express this, make it real.
“I’ve fallen so hard for you, Luke,” he said.
I’m about to roll off this bed and breakdance.
“The marking is one thing. This is another. I want to be your man.”
“L-L-Likewise.” My hands moved to his face, tears streaming down mine.
“Don’t cry.” He caught my tears, his eyes glistening.
“Good tears,” I responded.
“I like those.” I watched his throat bob.
“You’re my strength,” I said, bashful shackles breaking. “We’re in this together, from the darkness to the light. We’re a team, and we’re…this. Sorry, that sounded corny, right?”
He snorted. “Rosy cheeks.”
“Damn.” I rubbed them as if to clear the redness.
“Be mine,” he said, grazing his stubble against my cheek. “Please be mine. Let’s put a label on this love.”
I swallowed. “Boyfriends?”
“If you wanna be. Unless you really think we’re rushing things. Man, I sound like a teenager.”
I ruffled his hair, open wide for his love. “Yes, please.”
His beaming grin could melt the ice caps. He kissed me, sealing the deal.
I’d landed myself a boyfriend.
Wow.
After copious amounts of kissing,I delivered a big speech about fulfilling my purpose, smashing my training, and saving his kind from that charcoaled arsewipe.
He French kissed me for ten minutes in response, on top of me, his hands on either side of my head. Our cocks touched and rubbed, my body calling for him to be inside me again.
