Page 66 of Tell No Tales
"Maybe." He winced as he remembered the night he'd tried to forget, the night Coryn had forced him to submit to her pet healer to prove his loyalty to her cause.
"What the actual fuck?" Klaus tried to remove his fingers, but Vadim grabbed his wrist and held him there.
"It's nothing."
"Nothing again." Klaus's mirth didn't reach his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Vadim. If you want to stop—"
"No. It's fine. Please. Keep going."
"Like this?" Klaus asked. "If you want to be on your knees—"
"Fuck no." He didn't mean to say it with such vehemence.
Klaus cringed away from him. "I'm sorry."
"No," Vadim whispered. "Please. I need you like this. Slowly. Gently. Just like this."
For a moment, Vadim worried he'd killed the mood completely. Klaus looked too somber and serious as he returned to stretching Vadim's hole. Then, he twisted his fingers, finding Vadim's prostate. Vadim writhed beneath him, trying to elicit more stimulation there, but Klaus evaded him with a wicked gleam.
"You said slowly. Gently. You have to wait."
"Get inside me already."
"Years, Vadim."
"I have toys bigger than you."
He said it to provoke a response, but he wasn't expecting Klaus to pull out of him completely. "Where? In your trunk?"
"At the palace."
Klaus snorted. "Worthless. Why talk about them if they're not here with you? We could have some fun on the return trip, if you recover them."
"Maybe I will." He grunted when Klaus inserted three fingers again and stretched him wide. Then, Klaus found his prostate again, and he knew nothing beyond the sweat on his brow and the need building in his gut.
"Fuck, Klaus, please."
"I can't hear you."
Vadim was pretty sure Nola could hear them from the furthest corner of the ocean, but he gave Klaus what he wanted. "Please."
"Please what?" Klaus whispered in his ear.
"Please fuck me."
"My pleasure." He tugged Vadim into place, stuffing the pillow under his lower back for more support beyond Klaus's legs. Then, his cock was at Vadim's entrance and the whole world narrowed down to the sting of muscle around its invasion.
Gods, Klaus felt so good once he was seated fully inside. Vadim wanted to move, to thrust against him, but he was too mesmerized by Klaus's beauty as he hovered over him, his gorgeous lean body on display. Yes, he still seemed too thin, showing too many bones in his chest, but Vadim recognized beauty when he saw it. He wanted to touch, but at the last minute, he pulled his bare hands away.
"Touch me, Vadim."
It was too intimate, too close to everything he wanted. He needed to keep some distance, to keep his heart from breaking, but he couldn't resist the appeal of all that smooth skin beneath his fingertips, under his palms, against his body as he pulled Klaus down and slid his hands into Klaus's hair.
Klaus surged forward so their faces were only inches apart. "Or kiss me," he said, brushing their lips together to accentuate his words. "Either way, I want more of you. All of you."
Klaus had all of Vadim, all right. There would be nothing left when Klaus was done with him.
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