Page 19 of Kept
He clenched his jaw too hard. His cock surged, heat curling in his spine, sweat sudden at the back of his neck. He felt like he was being lit from the inside.
Eli wasn’t supposed to say that. He wasn’t supposed to look at Kade with those huge, sleep-heavy eyes like what he saw in front of him wasn’t a threat.
Not a monster.
Not a stranger.
Just… Kade.
All of him.
Something sharp and sweet twisted low in Kade’s gut. It made him want to run. To devour. To cover Eli’s body with his mouth until every inch of him was fucking claimed—but it also made him want to lay down beside him forever and not move.
He swallowed thickly.
“You don’t even know what you’re saying, baby,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “You’ve just come twice. You’re floating.”
“I’m not,” Eli said, and his voice—fuck, his voice was firm. “I know. Dreamed of it for so long... I want it.”
Kade’s throat closed. His cock throbbed deep, and the friction of the fabric burned like punishment. He hadn’t touched himself once, too focused on Eli to even grind against the bed—but now the control was buckling.
Because Eli had asked.
Not begged. Not begged, not pleaded.
Asked.
With all that soft strength, wide eyes that didn’t flinch, with his body limp and pleasure-drunk, but ready.
This boy wasn’t just good.
He was perfect.
And he was his.
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Eli's bodytrembled with aftershocks, skin hypersensitive and flushed. Two orgasms should have left him done, wrung out, ready to pass out. But lying there panting, chest heaving, that desperate ache for more just kept building.
It made no sense. His body had nothing left to give. But looking up at Kade—at the possessive gleam in those dark eyes, the controlled power in every line of his body—that hunger sharpened into something almost painful.
More. God help me, I need more.
Eli’s fingers twitched against the sheets. Reach for Kade or brace for impact? Both. Neither. Every breath Kade took seemed to echo through Eli's own chest. Every shift of muscle beneath that tank top—fuck, those arms, corded with strength, the way his shoulders stretched the fabric—made his mouth go dry.
Then Kade moved.
He was fast, decisive, pinning Eli before he could even process it. The solid weight pressed him into the mattress, one forearmbraced beside Eli's head, the other hand gripping his hip. The heat between them was suffocating, intoxicating.
And then—fuck—Kade's cock pressed against him through those gym shorts, hard and insistent.
Eli gasped, whole body jolting. His hands flew to Kade's shoulders without thought, needing something solid while his brain short-circuited. Kade had been hard this whole time. Just from touching him.
From taking him apart.
"Stay still," Kade murmured against his skin, breath hot against Eli's throat.
Eli nodded frantically, but his body wouldn't listen, every muscle coiled tight, fighting not to arch up and beg for more friction, more contact, moreeverything. He wanted to be good, wanted to obey, butfuck, the need was eating him alive.
