“Hey, Sapphire, look at me.”
It takes him a moment, but when he does, I look straight into his vulnerable pools of blue.
“Could you have toned it down? Absolutely. But you didn’t betray yourself. Sometimes, that matters more than playing nice.”
Tom settles warm against my skin, safe as I hold him.
“You really think so?”
“I know so. I’m so damn proud of you. Thanks for having my back like that. It means more than you know.”
His hand moves up my arm, fingers tracing over my shoulder cupping my jaw. His thumb drags gentle strokes across mycheek. I realize my guard has never been lower, my heart never this open. Then he gives me his most beautiful smile.
“Love,” he breathes, soft, just for me. “You really don’t get it, do you? I’d give you the world if I could. But inside, I’m still that screwed-up kid from the docks, trying to make something of myself when all I’ve really got is a violin and a mouth that keeps getting me into trouble.”
Fuck.
Heat surges through me at lightning speed, and I want to scream. I want to stand on the edge of a cliff and scream until there’s nothing left.
His hand wraps around my nape, fingers gliding into my hair. We crash together in a kiss so fierce it borders on violence.
Our mouths devouring. Our hands roaming. The energy between us burns like wildfire. Something dark and feral is taking over my being.
I gasp, mouth still on his. “Tell me you’d kill for me, baby. Say it.”
A ragged sound tears out of him as he eases me back against the cool marble tiles. He’s on top of me fast, his mouth everywhere like he’s been denied this for days.
Kissing turns to teeth, to suction, to heat, and hunger pressed into my skin.
“I’d fucking kill for you. I’d put them in the fucking ground if they ever looked at you the wrong way.”
“I want you,” I breathe, hands fisting in his shirt. “Now.”
He fumbles with the drawstrings of my linen shorts, spits into his palm, and yanks my hard cock free in one quick motion. I choke out a cry as his grip closes around me, stroking fast and greedy. My hands find their way under his waistband, fingers digging into the curve of his ass. Then I shove his pants down just far enough to free his erection as well.
That’s when he can’t control himself anymore.
He crashes down, grinding into me, chasing friction like it’s all that matters.
“Stop,” I laugh, dragging his face up to mine. “Feral fucking maniac. Hold on.”
He slows, panting and groaning into my neck, peppering my skin with kisses before helping me out of my shirt.
I drip saliva over my palms, wrap them around both of our lengths, stroking us together.
“Go on,” I tell him in a low, husky tone.
He thrusts into my grip, his cock slick against mine, sliding wet and tight in my hands. He gradually builds up the pace, hips rolling faster, pounding rougher. We’re soaked in spit, sweat, and precum, slick enough that we glide effortlessly together.
“Fuck… this is unreal.”
“God, Sapphire… yeah… ah, just like that…”
“I know, love. Look at you, leaking so good in my hand.”
I probably do. I feel I do. My eyes roll back into my skull.
I can’t believe we’re doing this. My back against the cool stone, Tom naked on top of me, sweat dripping onto my chest as he thrusts into my grip, tight where we meet.
