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“I refuse to hurt you.”
“Now who’s talking too much?” He brought my mouth to his and then he reached down to grip my hips to pull me deeper inside him until I was buried to the hilt.
“Ah, fuck, Ambri…”
I moaned at the sudden tightness all around me, gripping my dick in a perfect pressure. I pulled back slowly, then pushed back in, lowering myself at the same time, wanting more skin to skin. Our eyes met, and how good it was hit us at the same time. I couldn’t keep from smiling, and Ambri…Jesus Christ, his expression in that moment nearly wrecked me.
I kissed him and moved faster. His heels dug into the backs of my thighs, driving me even deeper. My thrusts grew more urgent. The bed creaked, sweat beaded on my chin and he licked the drop, then we kissed again. A desperate mashing of mouths, broken by the grinding motions that rocked us both.
“Bloody gods, Cole,” he breathed. “So good.”
“Every time. I want it to be like this every time for you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t. It’s too much.”
Anger flared white hot through me. Whoever had hurt him so badly in life had left him unable to accept kindness. Consideration. As if he didn’t deserve it or know what to do with it. I vowed to change that, but in the meantime, I fucked him the way he wanted. When he reached for his cock that was trapped between us, I knocked his hand away.
“Don’t touch what’s mine,” I gritted out.
His eyes flared. “You need a gallery show every night.”
I took his hard length and stroked him in time to my driving hips. He made a strangled sound and came fast over my hand, hot and thick. I put my fingers to my mouth, tasting him, and then lowered myself to kiss him. To make him taste us both. His kiss was searing and urged me faster, our hips slamming and the raw sounds of our bodies driving me to the brink.
“Cole,” he said around panting breaths that came with every deep thrust of my cock. “Come. Come in me right now.”
My body obeyed, and the orgasm shuddered through me hard enough to force out a cry that felt like it had been trapped in me for years. This is what I’d wanted—the perfect harmony between raw need and connection that lived between the beating of our hearts.
Ambri took everything I had, and I collapsed on top of him, his sweat and his release sealing us together. My arms went under his shoulders so I could hold him close, one hand in his hair. He was wrapped around me, our legs tangled, his face in the crook of my neck.
“I’m heavy.”
“Yes, you are,” he said and held me tighter.
Our chests heaved in sync as we caught our breaths together. I carefully withdrew and rolled in a boneless heap beside him. I expected a smart-ass remark or a joke, but Ambri lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hey. You okay?”
He turned his head on the pillow to look at me. “Tonight was so perfect, I fear it’s a lie. Or I’ll wake up to find this was a dream. Except I can’t dream.”
I smiled softly. “Then it must be real.”
“Bloody hell, Cole…”
I pulled him close and kissed him deeply, then slipped out of bed. In the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and dampened a washcloth. I drew it over Ambri’s abdomen, then climbed back into bed with him, wrapping myself around him, his back to my chest.
“I have to sleep,” I murmured against his shoulder. “Just a little. Will you stay with me?”
He nodded, holding my arms that held him. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
I was too tired, too drained by the entirety of the night to stay awake, but I could practically hear the rest of his thought and it followed me down into the dark.
But I might not have a choice.
The morning light slanted across my eyes, waking me. For a moment, I was disoriented and confused. For years, I’d woken to a cold, empty bed, and now the warm weight of Ambri’s body was pressed to me, my arms still wrapped around him.
I kissed the place between his shoulder blades and reluctantly released him.
“Sorry. I’ve been holding you prisoner all night.”
