Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Then opened them on the sight of Rian stretched out beneath him, waiting, watching him with an answering hunger in those tawny eyes.
“Fuck,” Damon breathed.
And let the magnetism between them crash them together.
He nearly fell against Rian, gathering that slender frame up against him, kissing him ravenously, deeply, clutching at him as firmly as Rian clutched right back, those slim thighs parting for him and the inside of one stroking against his waist coaxingly as Rian opened himself, spread himself, gave himself up to Damon so wholeheartedly that when Damon’s cock-head pressed against Rian’s ass, it felt almost too easy to slip into him. As if those soft, tight inner walls had been made to take him; as if Rian’s body opened up to draw him in deep, plunging into molten, rippling pressure and pleasure made up of gliding-wet sensations and gripping convulsions and the feeling of flesh to stroking, needy flesh until he sank in to the root and Rian enveloped him fully.
Fuck, yes. This—this was something more, God, it was too fucking much, but Damon couldn’t get enough. He moved inside Rian, and felt it in his entire body; in the tension and fire raking burning claws over him, in the way Rian arched and clutched at him, in the way their lips came together as if they could devour each other and somehow meld into one. Damon barely had room to move in the close confines of the cargo area, but it didn’t matter when they flowed together, their bodies caught in this push and pull that stoked him hotter and hotter until he didn’t realize he was whispering Rian’s name again and again until it was all he could taste, branded on the tip of his tongue.
Too much, not enough, everything, and for a moment he thought...
This is what I want.
This is what I need.
To feel like I’m part of something that’s mine and only mine...
...except it belongs to both of us.
So hot. So sweet. So perfect, this thing of fluid motion and bursting rushes of pleasure that came in startling surges that took his breath away, catching him off guard with the overwhelming crush of it before it took him again and again in every sensation of Rian—of the loose lush invitation of his lips, the sound of his purring voice, the flex and pull of his body underneath Damon’s, the pressure of his fingertips in Damon’s back. The clutch of his thighs against Damon’s hips. The tight clench of his inner depths, convulsing and contracting and holding him fast in a deadlocked grasp of pleasure. The pulse of his cock against Damon’s palm, as he took Rian and stroked him over and over.
Everything Rian.
Everything them.
Everything they became together as they crashed and surged, trembled and rolled, thrust and clung and kissed and gasped until they made a tandem rhythm of whispered names and begging cries. He didn’t even know which one of them broke first, or if it mattered, or if he could tell one from the other.
He only knew that one moment he was licking his name from Rian’s lips.
The next he was falling, tumbling, in free-fall, out of control.
And even as his fingers turned wet and Rian’s nails ravaged his back in acid lines, he bucked and his entire body whiplash-cracked with the force of the feeling pouring out of him. A feeling no one else had ever pushed to such wild, consuming depths; a feeling that had never overcome him with such intensity that he lost himself this way. A feeling he didn’t want to let go of, as he buried his face in Rian’s throat and kissed over his pulse and bit him, tasted him, marked him as mine.
I want you as mine, he thought, as his spine locked and his hips shuddered and he buried himself deeper in Rian and emptied himself, poured out his flesh and life and need in taut-quivering snaps of breaking tension. I want you as mine...and I don’t want to let you go.
* * *
Oh, God.
They’d done it again.
Rian lay under Damon, his fingers still tangled in Damon’s hair and curled against the back of his neck, the sheen of sweat between them glossing his skin and his entire body throbbing in rhythm with his pulse and the tired, sweet pain seated deep as a heart inside him; he stared up at the roof of the Jeep, struggling to catch his breath.
Oh, damn it.
Why did he keep doing this?
Why did he keep falling into Damon like this, when just tumbling into sex wasn’t going to fix any of the tangled mess between them, and it was just making a bigger disaster when they did?
I can’t.
I can’t be falling for him, this...this makes my heart hurt, I... I can’t be, but...
...I think I already have.
And I don’t know what to do about it.