“The first thing I loved about you was your smile,” I said as I approached him.
“Is that right?” He reached for my shirt and started unbuttoning it. “I’m pretty sure you thought it was a different emotion back then.”
“I was young and confused,” I admitted.
He pushed my shirt off my shoulders and caressed my chest. “Two sides of the same coin.”
“What?”
“Love and hate.” He reached for my zipper. “They’re two sides of the same coin. Both emotions are powerful, visceral. If you don’t recognize one, don’t expect to feel it, then you might confuse it with the other.” He pushed my pants and underwear past my hips, and they pooled around my bare feet.
“I recognize it now.” I cupped his cheek and traced his jawline with my thumb. “I feel it.”
“I know.” He turned his head and licked my palm, the action becoming increasingly familiar. “Thank you for saving me today.”
“I saved both of us,” I said roughly. I grabbed his hips and pushed him onto the bed beside me, then I blanketed his body with mine, covering him completely. “You’re mine.”
“I love belonging to you.” He combed his fingers through my hair and gazed at me affectionately. “For as long as I can remember, it’s all I’ve wanted.”
I gazed at him, filling my mind and my heart with his face. “Does it hurt a lot?” I ghosted my fingertips over the bruise on his head.
“It’ll heal,” he said.
No matter what he endured, Korban didn’t wallow in sorrow. He kept his positive attitude and moved forward.
“You’re the strongest man I know,” I whispered.
“Samuel?”
“Yes?”
“Make love to me?”
“Always,” I said tenderly. I slanted my mouth over his, brushing our lips together over and over again.
Moaning softly, he spread his legs, leaving room for me to settle between them.
“Mmm, you feel so good.” His skin was hot and soft, his cock hotter and so very hard.
“So do you.” He rocked his hips up and down, rubbing himself against me. “You’re amazing.” He reached for my ear and nibbled on my lobe. “Can’t get enough.” He wrapped his legs around my backside and thrust harder. “Please, honey.” He scraped his teeth over the mating mark he’d given me. “Want you.”
I sat up, grabbed the bottle of lubricant we had picked up during our trip to the grocery store, and then settled between my mate’s legs again, but lower down. I buried my face in his groin, groaning as I inhaled his scent. He dropped his knees apart, showing me everything.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, I began to lick all the skin I could reach—his thighs, his balls, and his dick. His symphony of moans and pleasured cries filled the room as I mouthed each of his testicles and licked the wetness of his crown. After slicking my fingers with lube, I pushed first one and then another into his hole while I sucked on his cockhead.
“Samuel! Yes,” he said, bucking onto my hand. “Touch me.”
After a few more pumps into his passage, I sat back on my heels, coated my dick, and then pressed it against his pucker.
He raised his head and looked at me, his lips parted, cheeks red with arousal, and nostrils flared. I held on to both of his thighs, pushed them up and out, and then I watched his face as I penetrated his body.
“God,” he gasped. “Love how that feels.”
When my balls were nestled against him, I wrapped his legs around me, leaned over him, and connected our lips for more kisses. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it as I pumped my hips, gliding my rigid cock into tight heat over and over again. Our gasps and grunts melded together like our bodies, sounds of pleasure and desire, passion and affection.
“Close,” he told me.
My mating knot swelled, locking me inside him. I rolled my hips and made small motions, pushing myself against his gland on the inside while dragging my stomach muscles over his dick on the outside. Before long, Korban arched his neck and stared at me as he opened his mouth in a soundless shout and pulsed hot seed between us. The evidence of his pleasure was all I needed to push me over the edge into bliss.
