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And that was exactly what he got, hot and wet around the head. Silas licked at his tip, then engulfed him. Silas's mouth felt like the heat of summer and warmed Rhys to his bones. He thrust into that willing mouth, needing more of Silas, more of peace and warmth and the promise of life.
It wasn't enough. He pulled Silas off and scooted farther up the bed. "Come here."
Silas did as told. Rhys's balls tightened. He didn't want to run the world, but ruling Silas, even for a short time, felt so good. "On your back."
Though he complied, there was a touch of defiance in his expression. "I thought the plan was for me to make love to you?"
"That was your plan, not mine." Rhys snatched the bottle of lube off the nightstand. "My plan involves fucking you silly." Because he needed to feel Silas all around him, needed to know he really was alive and here with him.
He took just enough time to slick his cock and Silas's hole before he plunged into Silas, hard and fast.
Silas threw back his head and exhaled a deep groan. Rhys leaned forward as he drove himself into Silas, savoring the heat, the tight fit, and the look of rapture on Silas's face. Silas wrapped a hand around his cock and jacked himself off. Too fast.
Rhys pried Silas's hand from his dick and forced it above his head. Rhys stilled himself deep within Silas. "I don't want you coming yet."
Silas squirmed under him. That and his wild expression sent lightning down Rhys's spine, and he almost came right then. He caught Silas's other hand and pushed that up near the first.
Silas said nothing, but his grin spoke volumes. Oh, this would cost him, Rhys knew. But that was also part of the plan. He wanted a good hard fucking from Silas.
Just not at the moment.
Rhys pounded into Silas, starting slow and building faster. The friction and heat of Silas's hole made his cock ache down to his balls. His entire body felt wrapped in that tight channel.
Beneath him, Silas arched and met his strokes. His words were guttural. "More, Rhys."
God, how he loved the sound of Silas's voice, the feel of his body. The way the feral-fae look transformed Silas from controlled to a force of nature. More? He could do that. Energy swirled around them--more now than ever before, as if they were still in the garden. Rhys gathered it, then pushed it into Silas as he pounded into his body.
Rhys's balls tightened as element flowed through him.
Silas's whole body tensed, and he came, crying out something long and unintelligible.
As Silas tightened around his cock, all the energy slammed back into Rhys and sent him careering into his own orgasm. He thrust hard into Silas's taut body until he was utterly spent.
Breathless, he collapsed onto Silas.
"You're not going to pass out on me, are you?" Silas stroked his face.
Rhys coughed a laugh. "I should, just to spite you."
Silas wrapped his arms around Rhys, drew him in for a quick kiss. "Impertinent and beautiful.
Gods help me, but I do love you."
"Good." Rhys tangled his legs with Silas's.
"Because you're stuck with me."
"And you, with me."
Rhys touched the scar on Silas's chest and then stroked his cheek. "That works. Because I love you too."
Silas was quiet for a moment, a slight smile curling his lips. "The world is full of wonders."
It was. One of them lay next to Rhys. "Wanna show them to me?"
Silas pulled him in close, his lips nearly touching Rhys's. "There is nothing in the world that I want more."
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