I inch in, catching the fruity scent of his shampoo.
“Aran, what are you doing?” he breathes out, his lilting voice shivering.
It goes straight to my dick. I love that voice, just like I love every part of him. His nose, his mouth, his eyes, his sensitive neck, his slim form, his smooth skin, that rebellious tattoo he has. The lizard makes sense—he loves any and all reptiles—but the forest? It carries the meaning of my name.
I pretended not to know, just like I lied to myself about what I wanted. But that’s behind me now. I want to worship Hex, to make up for all the time we missed out on because of my stubbornness.
Hooking a finger under his chin, I tilt it up. “I’m going to kiss you, Tien.”
His eyes shimmer with desire, dark and intense. His pulse pounds madly against my finger, spurring my own equally erratic heart. I lean in slowly, savoring the crackling tension along my skin that his every breath causes. I’ve kissed him before, I know what he tastes like, how addictive he is, but as our lips make tentative contact, my entire body comes alive.
Wet softness welcomes me, its pull irresistible. I willingly let go of my sanity, needing only to feel. To be with him as time freezes the world so that only the two of us exist. Suddenly desperate, I part his lips with my tongue and dive in, the urge to claim his mouth overwhelming. He lets me in on a throaty moan, and his tongue greets me. It’s slick and hot, eliciting tremors of pleasure all over me as we lock into a wild kiss.
Hex is clumsy, stumbling and gasping as I deepen it. Other than me, he’s not kissed another person. The thought drives me wild. He’s mine, in soul and body, by his own choice. I revel in that knowledge, in the possessive and dangerous need it stirs within me.
He’s mine. This sweet and perfect man.
He tastes divine, the muttered gasps and moans soothing my soul. He deserves to be adored, and that is what I will do. I need him to feel good, to use me for his own pleasure, any way he wishes.
“Tell me what you want,” I prompt, pausing the tangle of our tongues so we can get some air.
His gaze is delirious when we part, unfocused. “You. I’ve always wanted you, Aran. I don’t care what you do to me, just… let me have you. Please?”
He’s so lovely, so desperate to stake his claim on me. To hear those words he should’ve heard years ago.
“I love you, Tien. I always have. You are my world, and I am done trying to run away from you. You have my heart, my soul, my everything, so please, let me have you in turn?”
He attacks my mouth, vicious and ravenous. His arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down so he can comfortably devour me. “Yes. Aran, I love you so fucking much. You are mine, forever. No one else can have you.”
I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t think I’m capable of ever loving another person, even if Hex left me one day. But that’s fine, because I know he won’t. I feel it in his every breath, in every caress and every look. It’s all around me, his love. In the little things, in the big ones, in the way my days are brighter when they start by seeing his sleepy smile.
He believes this is fate. Us. And after the past few days, I’m inclined to agree. We are two halves meant to make a whole together.
“I love you,” I tell him again, needing to voice over and over again what I’ve been forcing down for so long.
He smiles, nuzzling my nose with his. His lips are gentle as he rains kisses all over my face, reverent as if he too can’t fully believe there are no obstacles in our way anymore. Joy slithers into my chest, tingling and uplifting. I scoop him up in a princess hold, and he laughs wholeheartedly, jokingly teasing me about being his manservant from now on.
I’d be anything he wanted me to. A servant, a slave. I’d take him to the moon if he asked me to. As long as I continue to be by his side, I don’t care about anything else.
Setting him down on the bed, I hover above him and drink him in. His hair is a charming mess of locks sticking out in all directions, his cheeks are still flushed and his lips are a little swollen from our kiss. His hoodie has ridden up his stomach, exposing a tempting stretch of his smooth skin and giving him a disheveled look. I want to gobble him up, to bury myself inside him.
“Get a move on or I’ll die of old age before we get to the good part,” he jokes, flashing me a row of white teeth.
I rub my fingers along his exposed abs, then drag my hand up his ribs. His chiming laughter turns into an appreciative groan that raises the hairs on my nape. I dive in for another scorching kiss, exploring his heated body while our tongues chase after each other.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you,” I confess reverently, tracing a line down the side of his neck.
He can’t stay still, his body reacting to the onslaught of pleasure my open-mouthed kisses cause. I love seeing him like this, struggling to keep it together because of how good it feels to be with me.
“I don’t think I can take much more of this teasing without losing my mind,” he bites back with a growl.
I slide one hand down his body, reaching for the bulge in his pants. My other one stays on his chest, rubbing and tweaking one perky nipple as my mouth licks the other. He mews under me and fights me, but my weight keeps him pinned to the bed.
He’s physically weaker than me, I could crush him so easily. Yet he holds absolute power over me. One word is all it takes, and I’d be on my knees for him.
“Then tell me what you want,” I respond belatedly, liking the idea of being at his mercy a little too much.
He closes his eyes and bites on his bottom lip, trying to stifle down another sweet cry. “I don’t know,” he whimpers. “But I think I want you in charge today.”
