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Dominic’s palm splayed between Knox’s shoulder blades, pinning him as his fingers started to thrust. Pleasure bloomed, wrenching another hopeless moan from him. Dominic groaned so loud it felt torn from his chest. Fingers pumped deep, until Knox shook with every slide. “Perfect,” Dominic rasped.

Another deliberate twist grazed that blinding spot. Knox jerked, a strangled plea tumbling out. “More—please, more.”

The fingers left him, the sudden absence pulling a needy whimper from his throat.

“Tell me you’re ready,” Dominic growled. “Because I need you now.”

“Yes,” Knox gasped, utterly undone. “Yes… Please. Fuck me.”

Chapter 25

Dominic

His pulse hammered in his ears. Here he was, kneeling behind this boy, hands shaking as if he were fifteen again.

Get it together.

The sight of Knox on all fours—spine dipped, ass up—made his vision blur. Dominic wanted to ruin him and guard him in the same breath. Break him apart and then hold every fractured piece. The contradiction burned, but he stopped fighting it.

He tore the condom open and rolled it on, slicked himself from root to tip. He needed to bury himself inside. Wanted to hear Knox sob his name and own every sound that came out of that mouth.

He moved forward, knees sinking into the mattress, and pressed his forehead between Knox’s shoulder blades. He breathed through his teeth. It’s his first time. Don’t fuck this up. The war between hunger and control was raging in his blood.

He eased upright and fisted the base of his cock, lining up. Knox shuddered beneath him and rocked back with a choked “Please—need you, Dom—”

Holy fuck.

He drew a breath and pushed. Knox’s body fought him for a second, then gave, opening around him in a way that whited out Dominic’s vision entirely. Every instinct screamed to drive deeper and claim. Another inch slid in and the sensation was almost too much—too tight, too hot, too perfect. He stilled, chest heaving, hands gripping Knox’s hips like anchors, because he’d never felt anything like this.

Knox’s back arched. A strangled moan spilled into the sheets.

That sound snapped the thread clean. He sank deeper, the world reduced to tight heat and the desperate need to disappear entirely inside the boy who’d undone him with a whispered plea. He moved slowly at first, testing. Knox kept pushing back. Needy. Reckless. Those small motions dragged a primal sound out of Dominic, and his grip tightened. “Careful,” he warned.

This is insane.

He’s going to ruin me.

He drew back and drove forward. Knox’s answering sound was unfiltered, and it hit Dominic like a drug. Every reaction, every breath, every shift of Knox’s body fed the obsession building in his chest. He couldn’t look away. Too much. Not enough. Fuuuck.

Knox’s breath came in broken pulls, fingers twisting in the sheets like he didn’t know what to do with the sensation. “Dom—” Not even a full sentence. Just his name, but he felt it everywhere.

He folded over Knox, one arm braced beside his shoulder, the other gripping his hip. Chest to back. Heat everywhere. Each roll of his hips dragged a helpless sound out of Knox, feeding the fire already burning too hot.

Knox’s reactions weren’t contained. His body gave everything away. Everything. Dominic watched it all. “Look at you,” he muttered. “Already losing it.”

This wasn’t practiced or controlled. This was raw and open, and Dominic felt it pulling him apart in return. He tightened his grip on Knox’s hip, fingers digging hard enough to leave marks.

“Don’t stop,” Knox groaned.

Like that was even an option.

He adjusted his pace, driving forward with a force that was no longer careful, setting a rhythm that left no space for hesitation. Knox whimpered, the reaction immediate. Dominic’s grip tightened further as he set the pace harder. Forcing Knox to take it.

Knox pushed back. “More—” His voice broke, breath uneven.

Dominic’s vision darkened. He shifted on his knees, adjusted the angle, and drove forward in a relentless rhythm. Each thrust drove Knox forward into the mattress before dragging him back. Knox gave in completely, body moving with Dominic’s, chasing it, needing it like he couldn’t get close enough.

Dominic’s hand slid from Knox’s hip up his back and shoved down, forcing his upper body flat against the bed. Knox’s cheek pressed into the mattress. Dominic’s pace didn’t slow. If anything, it got more punishing—testing how much Knox could take.