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My eyes started fluttering open as my brows pinched in anguish, but then I felt him shift before slick heat was circling my cock. I gasped as his lips slid over my cockhead in a wet kiss, his tongue flicking my piercing before he sank his mouth down with a hoarse moan and started to suck in slow, deep draws.

My breaths grew shallow, and I kept my eyes closed as my lips parted around a broken moan. I found my hands reaching down and threading through his messy hair, but Vince didn’t stop and tell me off for touching him without permission. He just groaned and started bobbing his head, sliding a hand over my stomach before he fisted the base of my cock and stroked in time.

“Vince,” I breathed, knees falling open wide. My balls were already drawn up tight, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come, despite how many times I already had.

His other hand cupped my sac, thumb stroking softly. I gasped, shuddering with pleasure, and for some strange reason my eyes prickled with heat.

“Thank you,” I heard myself whisper unsteadily. I knew nothing would ever compare to this night, to what he’d given me.

It was everything I wanted. Everything I hadn’t even let myself realise I wanted until now. Not fully. Not with such stark clarity.

My breaths sped up, hips starting to thrust against his mouth. He moaned hoarsely around me, still sucking slow and soft, but I could feel the orgasm rising, tightening my lower back.

With a shuddering moan, I came, spurting weakly onto his tongue. Vince sucked me through it until I was flinching with overstimulation, but I didn’t ask him to stop. When he lifted his head, he was breathing fast.

I finally opened my eyes and tried to reach for him. “Just one more time.” I croaked out the plea.

He loosed an unsteady breath and shook his head, then hesitated before leaning down to kiss my hip bone. “You need a break.”

“Please.”

“Go to sleep, Crossbody.” He pressed another kiss to my stomach, just beneath my navel, then shifted up the bed to flop down beside me on his back, scrubbing his hands over his face and exhaling slowly.

Instinctively, I rolled onto my side and tucked myself against him, still shivering with aftershocks as I curled up and rested my head on his chest. Vince stiffened, but I was too exhausted to really register it, already dropping back to sleep.

The last thing I felt were his fingers slowly threading through my hair.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The Cold Light of Day

Vince

My entire body throbbed and ached, limbs too heavy to move and eyes burning with exhaustion even though I’d eventually fallen asleep, maybe just an hour or two ago.

I could smell warm skin and dried sweat as I slowly came to, and I realised my nose was pressed to the back of Crossbody’s shoulder, an arm slung heavily over his waist. He’d turned in his sleep a while ago and curled up while I’d lain there staring at the ceiling, his naked back pressed tightly to my side, his breaths deep and even.

I’d told myself then to get up and leave, once he was no longer draped on top of me. But I hadn’t. Evidently I had, instead, eventually dozed off and turned toward him, wrapping myself around him from behind.

My cock felt overly tender as it brushed against his ass, and I winced and carefully rolled onto my back, rubbing my eyes. Crossbody didn’t stir. His hair was a tangled mess on the pillow, the pointed tip of his ear poking up between the strands. Between his shoulder blades, framing his spine, were two faint slits where his wings usually emerged. I resisted the urge to lightly trace them with my finger.

My stomach felt shaky with exhaustion, and I exhaled a slow, unsteady breath as my heavy eyes drifted over the room. Murky light was beginning to creep under the curtains, which meant it was almost morning.

We’d stayed all night.

Fuck.

This was not what I’d planned. This was not how I’d expected things to go.

I’d been planning on fucking him once, hard and fast, getting it over with, then leaving.

That was definitely not what had ended up happening.

I slowly sat up, trying not to disturb him, and had to hold back an agonised groan. My core and thigh muscles burned worse than any post-workout DOMS I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t even remember how many times I’d fucked him in the end. They all blurred into one. Just a long stretch of frantic, endless fucking, his skin against mine, his body clenching around me and gripping my cock tight, his desperate moans clouding my head and making me almost rabid.

My legs were shaky as I slid off the bed and padded across the room to my pile of clothes on the floor. I dressed slowly and in silence, trying not to pay too much attention to the sound of Crossbody’s deep, peaceful breaths from the bed.

He had to be beyond exhausted. And sore. I finally let myself glance over and my gaze settled on his ass, his long legs curled up and back hunched in a delicate curve as he slept on his side. He looked vulnerable, almost fragile. My chest ached, and I gritted my teeth and turned my back on him to collect my stuff from the dresser.