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I don’t let him finish the sentence, I kiss him with an urgency barely contained. My hand slides behind his neck, pulling him to me. He rises, sitting on the bed, his hands seizing my hips with force, nails digging into my skin. With a decisive movement, he removes my trousers.
I pull away just enough to rid myself of mine entirely, kicking them away without breaking eye contact. Naked, I climb back onto the bed, never looking away from the indigo eyes that pierce me.
He stares between my legs. A shiver runs down my spine.
“What is it?” I lift an eyebrow, trying to mask the uncertainty flickering through me.
Perhaps looking at my length will bring him to his senses... we are two men, after all, and reality should be enough to extinguish his lust.
I believed it would have the same effect on me. Instead, the fire is still there, alive and throbbing.
He reaches out a hand, brushing the hair that covers me.
“I thought...”
I clench my jaw, trying to remain still under his touch.
“What?”
“I thought these would be ivory, too... But they aren’t,” he mumbles, his fingers moving boldly over my skin. “I already noticed it at your atelier, but the light was poor...”
I cannot hold back the reaction. I seize his arms and pin him against the mattress, my body crushing into his.
“Are you mocking m—”
He catches my cock in his hands, and my throat vibrates.
Blyad. Blyad. Blyad.
He moves his hand with casual ease.
“You are touchy, Dorian.”
My will gives way. I lean down and kiss him, the heat of our mouths exploding. I suck at his tongue while he keeps moving his hand over my length, slow and insistent.
I feel my belly tighten. I break my lips from his and descend, my mouth seeking his skin. His hand releases me, and there is no hesitation in the gesture; the contact breaks, and the void burns me instantly.
I lean over his neck, grazing it with a light kiss before moving down his chest. I shift to the left, my lips finding his nipple, I sink it between mouth and teeth, pulling it toward me with greed. I suck, I nibble.
How in God’s name have I kept my hands off him for this long?
He jolts, muscles tensing under my weight.
His body wants me.
“I am not a woman, fu—”
I bite harder and slide a hand under his back, reaching his buttocks.
“That much is obvious, Viscount. You have a cock far too big for me to ever make that mistake.”
He lifts a knee and presses it against my length.
“Yours is thumping against my leg. It feels like it’s about to burst.”
I smile, my body reacting immediately.
“Are you determined to destroy my last shred of kindness?”
