Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
He flicked it open and squeezed a generous amount onto two fingers before reaching behind him to slick it over his hole, working them in deep to quickly stretch himself open.
He trembled at the greedy glare in Meridian’s eyes as he coated his dick next with firm twisting strokes, keeping his eyes on the way his abs flexed.
Ex sank down slowly, every inch burning sweet and filling.
A sharp gasp tore from Meridian’s lips when the backs of Ex’s thighs touched his lap. He sat there for a moment, breathing, adjusting, loving being stretched so wide.
“Mmm, fuck,” Meridian growled, his fingers digging into his back as Ex rolled his hips.
Ex shifted his weight, grinding harder with his head thrown back, his eyes on the night sky.
He moved with a relaxed rhythm, building the desire layer by layer, keeping every inch of Meridian buried in him to the hilt.
He rocked back, and a jolt of electric pleasure shot through him, making his vision blur and his toes curl.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, voice breaking.
He held on to Meridian’s shoulders, lifting his hips and dropping down hard, chasing that sensation again and again.
Meridian
Meridian’s breath caught as Ex’s body swallowed him, his ass so fucking hot and tight.
Bliss threatened to override his discipline, but he let Ex keep the agonizingly slow pace.
Their lovemaking wasn’t about release. It was about stealing time.
The world could wait. The Ravens could wait. Obligation could wait.
Here, he allowed himself the one thing he was never granted.
Peace.
Ex was his peace because Ex was his permission to lower his weapon for a minute and receive pleasure.
His partner was the only man who could touch him and live, the only one who could step inside the radius of his violence and not be consumed by it.
Ex didn’t belong to him the way assets belonged to the Ravens. He belonged the way Whisper belonged in his hand. A perfect fit with unquestioned purpose.
He pressed his forehead in the valley between Ex’s pecs, inhaling his bed-warmed scent, watching his firm cheeks spread around his cock.
His pulse thundered at the sight.
He flicked his tongue over Ex’s nipple, biting just enough to make him hiss.
They spoke without words. Made silent promises and oaths with each thrust, strengthening a bond already ten years strong.
Ex’s moans were a symphony, cries that crescendoed before they fractured into worshipful groans.
With a single, smooth motion, he stood and reversed their positions, taking the heavy comforter with them.
He settled Ex onto his back, with his cock still buried deep.
Ex moaned at the new angle as he wrapped his legs around his waist, urging him on.
He clamped both hands around Ex’s hips, anchoring him in place.
He sped up, but didn’t pound, taking Ex to the edge and leaving him suspended there. The friction and the heat made every drive more, propelling him to a higher plane.
Ex raked his heels down the backs of his thighs, his back arching as he bucked to meet his hips with each downward thrust.
He dipped and took Ex’s mouth in a passionate kiss as he neared the edge.
“Want me to come for you?” Ex whispered inside his mouth.
Meridian knew he was already there and upped the ante just enough, angling to hit that perfect spot.
Ex’s body tightened everywhere at once. His cock—untouched and trapped between them—erupted with thick ropes of cum.
Meridian squeezed his eyes shut as Ex’s walls clenched around him.
With a final thrust, he went as deep as he could and spilled inside his lover, shuddering as Ex’s aftershocks from his own orgasm made him continue to spasm around him.
They stayed locked together, their fingers intertwined, clutching each other as if something unwanted could creep in if they separated.
Meridian didn’t fear death or the demons of the world, but he was terrified of losing the man in his arms. Without him, his world would narrow to duty, targets, and killing.
Ex’s body was the only place that reminded him he was still capable of feeling more than just rage.
White Ravens
Scar
Scar sat in the low light of his living room, his damp hair still clinging to his neck.
He’d gotten back to headquarters two hours after Meridian disappeared and left him with his mark.
He dropped off the disk at Intel and went straight to his quarters and spent fifty-three minutes in the shower with the hot water tap on full blast, as he scrubbed himself until his muscles ached and his skin was too sensitive to touch.
What he’d done to get inside Evelyn Hartmann’s house affected him in a shameful way. He’d never had to perform like that before.
He hadn’t expected her to have such a lustful appetite.
He hadn’t slept with her, but he’d gotten her off.
It wasn’t her age or that she wasn’t attractive. It was the forced intimacy while keeping himself cold and distant.
After he’d done all she demanded, she lay slumped on the couch in the afterglow, with a glass of wine in her hand. He’d murmured he had to use the bathroom and vanished down the hall.