Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Z smiled into the pillow, the butterflies in his stomach working overtime at the compliment.
He knew the moment his emotional barriers cracked, and inhaled at the shock of it, clenching his teeth against the onslaught of feelings he didn’t want to examine. Not when he was perched on the edge of a pleasure so great he might never survive it. Not when the vulnerability he always tried to hide was so exposed and the man responsible was close enough to see every imperfection, every weakness.
No. He wouldn’t lose the upper hand. He wouldn’t lose his guard.
“Then fuck me already,” Z said.
* * *
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll see stars.”
“Promises, promises.”
Pulse racing, cock so hard it ached, Connelly wrapped his free arm around Azariah’s middle and forced him up until they were back to chest. The action drove his fingers deeper and Azariah’s lips parted on a groan. Connelly took advantage and swooped in for an aggressive kiss. He wasn’t usually so dominating, but there was something about Azariah that ignited his primal side. He kind of liked it.
Okay, he loved it.
And judging by his reactions, Azariah enjoyed it too.
Even as they kissed, Azariah kept trying to hold back his moans as his body rocked and twitched. His restraint was driving Connelly insane. He wanted to see Azariah lose it and totally let go. Damn, he wanted to fuck the control right out of him.
Ending the kiss, he pushed Azariah back to the bed. Then he grabbed the condom packet from the mattress and tore it open with his teeth. When he was covered, he lined up to Azariah’s entrance and slipped his fingers from the man’s heat only to replace them with his length. They both groaned on the first thrust. Despite the prep work he’d done, Azariah was still tight as hell and the grip around his throbbing cock was enough to have him trembling.
He closed his eyes and held Azariah’s hips while he tried to breathe and regain the patience he needed, as the zing of total bliss ricocheted in his veins. Damn, it had been a long time since he’d felt this thrill. A long fucking time that had absolutely nothing to do with when he’d last gotten laid. He waited until the urge to come lessened.
“What? Are you finished already?” Azariah’s voice shook just like his body, but the glance he cut over his shoulder was steady. Those alluring eyes, painted like the wings of a rare bird and rimmed by the longest, thickest lashes Connelly had ever seen. Those eyes shredded him. Because they were so full of confidence and strength, because they were honest.
Connelly shook his head. “Not even close,” he said, pulling out before slamming in. He did it again and again, setting a quick but steady pace.
“Thank fuck for that,” Azariah said between gasps.
Smiling, Connelly stroked up and down Azariah’s back. The guy was so smooth and taut, every muscle so precisely defined it was like looking at one of those stunning marble statues in a museum. Except Azariah didn’t look or feel like marble, he was way too hot. His light olive complexion was so much more interesting than white stone. A bead of sweat rolled down the deep valley of Azariah’s spine and Connelly was caught with the urge to taste.
He leaned forward and licked the salty trail until he reached the source near Azariah’s shoulder. He bit the fleshy area and inhaled the man’s smoky scent as his hips pounded and flexed. Azariah’s hands clutched the pillows near his head even as he pushed his body back to meet every thrust. Just like earlier, their movements were passionate and fierce, propelling them both toward the highest peak, a climax that might shake their worlds apart.
But neither of them seemed to care.
They were animals.
The wildness of their connection was so freeing, Connelly basked in it. He didn’t even worry about the bruises he knew he was inflicting, or the bite mark that would be visible for at least a week. In fact, everything in him cried out in joy and satisfaction at the idea.
“Holy fuck,” Azariah sobbed. It was muffled because part of his face was hidden by the cushions he was gripping so hard his knuckles were white.
Connelly released his shoulder. “Seeing stars yet?”
Azariah’s desperate half-laugh half-moan twisted around Connelly’s balls like a tongue and just that quick, he was on the brink of orgasm. But there was no way in hell he’d come without bringing his lover with him. He lifted to his knees, pulling Azariah along, and held him close with both arms tight around his chest and waist.
“Not quite, huh?” He reached down and gripped Azariah’s cock. “How ’bout now? Any stars?”
Azariah’s head fell back to rest on his shoulder, but he still didn’t answer. Connelly stroked him, and with every pull his lover’s moans grew louder and the clench of his ass became more erratic.