Page 20 of Kept
Kade's lips found his neck, teeth scraping over sensitive skin. Not gentle—claiming, possessive, each press of teeth pulling whimpers from Eli's throat despite his best efforts.
He's going to mark me. Leave bruises. Evidence.
The thought should have scared him. Instead his spent cock twitched weakly, trying to respond despite having nothing left.
Kade's mouth crushed against his. This kiss was overwhelming—deep and demanding, Kade's tongue claiming every inch while Eli just held on and let himself drown.
This was possession. Domination.
And God help him, Eli wanted to submit to every second.
Kade rocked his hips down harder. Eli gasped into the kiss, hands sliding down that broad back—god, the muscles there, shifting and flexing under his palms—to grip at fabric. He needed—fuck, he didn't even know what he needed, just that the ache was becoming unbearable.
When Kade pulled back, breath ragged, Eli could barely focus. Lips swollen, chest heaving, and those dark eyes pinning him more effectively than any physical hold. The scrape of stubble along Kade's jaw, the way his chest rose and fell with barely controlled restraint… everything about him screamedpredator holding back.
"Take it out," Kade ordered, voice rough with command.
Eli's breath caught. Uncertainty flashed through him. He'd touched himself plenty, but another man? One like Kade?
But the need won. With shaking fingers, Eli obeyed, working Kade's shorts down just enough.
Oh fuck. He's huge.
The weight in his hand made his mouth water. Thick and hot, already slick with precome. He wrapped his fingers around it tentatively, afraid of doing it wrong.
What would it even feel like…
"You like that, don't you?" Kade's voice was knowing. "Feeling my cock in your hand. Imagining what it would feel like inside you."
Heat flooded Eli's face, but he couldn't deny it. The thought of Kade pushing inside, stretching him open, sinking into him completely?—
His whole body clenched with want. His hand tightened unconsciously, drawing a groan from Kade that sent pride shooting through his chest.
"That's it. Nice and slow."
Eli adjusted his grip, experimenting. Kade's body tensed, those abs contracting, thighs flexing where they bracketed Eli's body. When that low groan rumbled through his chest, something new surged through Eli. Power. Not dominance—that wasn't his thing—but the intoxicating power of being the source of Kade's need.
His eyes flicked up, searching for approval.
"Good boy," Kade whispered.
Those two words hit like lightning. Eli's breath stuttered, heat flooding through him so intense it made him dizzy. He'd never wanted anything more than to be good for this man, to earn that dark approval.
Kade saw. His hand gripped Eli's jaw, forcing eye contact. "You want this. You've always wanted this, haven't you?"
The words pulled something deep from Eli's chest. All those years of hiding, pushing down desires he couldn't name, feeling wrong and broken and alone. All those nights imagining someone who would see through his masks, who would take control and make him stop thinking, stop hiding, stop pretending.
"I have," he admitted, voice breaking. The confession ripped something open inside.
Kade inhaled sharply, something darker and more possessive shifting in his expression. "Then why the hell have you been hiding it?"
Eli flinched—not from fear, but from the truth. Memories flooded back. His stepfather's disgust. The careful distance he'd maintained ever since. The constant fear of being found out, cast out, left alone. "I had to.”
Kade's grip tightened, other hand threading into Eli's hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp. "Not anymore." Voice low, dangerous. "You hear me? You don't hide from me. You don't hold back anymore."
Something shattered inside Eli at those words. Years of careful control, measured responses, never letting anyone see too much—it all crumbled under Kade's certainty.
He sees me. All of me. And he still wants me.
