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“You’re everything—angel, puppy, Ethan, baby boy,” he husks, and begins to tug my sweater and shirt over my head and off my arms.

He tosses them to the side, and I wrap my arms around his broad, scarred back. I brush my fingers along his scars slowly, feeling the raised, jagged skin.

“I should call you something,” I whisper back.

“Call me anything you want.” He starts to kiss all over my neck and shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses on my skin.

I groan and grip his back, curling my fingers into his skin.

“I think you’re…like a crow,” I whisper.

Dante smirks against my neck. “Crow. I like that.”

“My crow, and my master,” I breathe out, head fuzzy and body blazing hot as I rub my dick and hips against his own.

I hear Dante growl and feel his breath against my shoulder.

I start to rub his back with my other hand. “Tell me about you,” I insist. “I saw your books.”

“Mm, books?” he asks, clearly distracted, and I don’t blame him.

I wrap one of my legs around his hip slowly, because it feels comfortable. I find that I want him as close as possible.

“Your bookcase. I-I saw historical books. Mysteries, and something else, I’m not familiar.” I glide my fingers down to his boxers and slide them into the waistband.

“How the fuck can you think about books right now?” he asks as he starts to kiss up my jawline. His hands push down on my hips, pinning me to the bed.

“Just answer me,” I plead. I’m not sure why I care. I could easily be getting plowed right now, but instead I’m asking questions. “I want to know you, Dante.”

Dante grunts as his hips twitch against mine. “They’re medical journals.”

I blink, so taken aback that I’m pulled out of the moment for a second. That is, until Dante bites my shoulder and sucks at the skin.

I gasp and arch up against him, my cock throbbing almost painfully.

“M-Medical?” I ask. “You like watching…medical dramas, and reading medical journals?”

He grunts as he lets go of my skin, no doubt leaving behind a dark hickey scattered among the others I’ll have to continue hiding at school.

“Mhm,” he hums. “They’re interesting.”

I slowly scratch his lower back, curious now. My attention is caught between extreme arousal and wanting to know more about this side of him.

“The actual medical work, or the anatomical, bloody stuff?” I ask, struggling to stay focused as he starts grinding his hips down against me more purposefully.

“Ah…” I gasp. My own boxers have slid halfway down my ass and hips, leaving my dick partially exposed.

“Both,” he says with a grunt against the side of my face.

I chuckle breathlessly. “Maybe you should be in med school instead of studying business.”

Dante scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

I’m about to tell him that I’m serious, if he’s really interested in that kind of thing—but then he’s kissing me. He licks into my mouth and I quickly return the gesture. His hands grip me tightly, his body weight heavy and hot on top of mine.

I quickly lose sight of learning more about him as he claims my mouth with his and dry humps me with even more strength than the last time.

All the blood in my body has pooled in my groin. My hard cock is already dripping with precum, and I’m prepared for a quick and simple session of grinding against each other until we come, or perhaps until I come and he shoves his dick in my mouth again. My mouth waters just thinking about it.