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Evander complied, his body still shuddering from the aftershocks of his climax.He braced his forearms against the tile as Viggo’s hands roamed his back, his touch reverent and possessive all at once.The Brute pressed ardent kisses along his spine, each one sending fresh ripples of pleasure through Evander’s body.

Viggo lathered his hands with soap and used the foam to prepare Evander for his penetration, his thumb rubbing and circling his hole before he pushed inside.

Evander dropped his head forward on a groan and surrendered to the sensation that was Viggo working him loose.The Brute inserted two more fingers inside him, his breathing harsh and fast in Evander’s ear as he thrust in and out and scissored him open.The hot water continued to pour over them, steam filling the bathroom and enclosing them in their own private world.

“I’m coming in,” Viggo grunted, his voice almost pained as he removed his fingers.

He spread Evander open with his hands and pushed inside him with a savage sound of possession.

Evander gasped and shuddered at the exquisite fullness that was the Brute filling him up to the hilt.They remained still for a moment, Viggo’s chest pressed against his back, their ragged breathing mingling with the sound of falling water.

Viggo nipped Evander’s ear lovingly with his teeth as he waited for his lover’s body to adjust to his girth.“I will never tire of this,” he whispered.“Being inside you is the closest I can get to Heaven on this Earth.”

Evander flushed, his heart so full he wished this moment would never end.But his body wanted more.Demanded it.

“Viggo?”

“Yes?”Viggo breathed against his skin.

“Make love to me.Please.”

Viggo eagerly complied, pulling out and pushing back in with a sigh, his thrusts long and deep from the get-go.Evander pressed back against him, seeking even more, his body alive with sensation inside and out as water and steam enveloped them.

The world narrowed to the space between them, to the rhythm they created together, to the sounds they made as they lost themselves to the intoxicating heat and the unbearable friction of possession and being possessed.

When release finally came, it swept through Evander like a tidal wave, leaving him trembling and gasping Viggo’s name.The Brute followed moments later, his powerful body shuddering violently as he found his own completion, his arm wrapped protectively around Evander’s waist while he pumped his release inside him.

They remained entangled under the cascade of water for a long time, breathless and spent.Viggo pressed tender kisses to Evander’s shoulder before carefully withdrawing.

They took their time washing and drying each other, their mouths meeting for languorous kisses.

Evander traced idle patterns on Viggo’s chest as he lay in his lover’s arms in bed a short while later.

“You know, you still haven’t told me the story of how you got your tattoos,” he murmured.

“I haven’t?”Viggo asked, surprised.

Heat flooded Evander’s cheeks.“The last time I asked, you got busy.”

Viggo chuckled.“Ah.Yes, I remember that delightful incident.”

Evander rolled his eyes and tried hard not to blush even more.

The incident in question had almost wrecked the desk in his office downstairs.

Viggo kissed the tip of his nose.“It’s a boring story.Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Evander nodded.

“Alright.”Viggo pulled Evander closer and tucked an arm behind his head, his gaze on the underside of the green canopy.“After my aunt Mary died, my uncle Jack encouraged me to become a sailor.”

Evander’s eyes rounded.He propped himself up on an elbow.“You?A sailor?!”

“Is that so hard to believe?”Viggo grunted.

“Kind of.”Evander wrinkled his nose.“I bet you were devilishly handsome in a sailor’s uniform.”

Viggo burst out laughing.“Has anyone ever told you you’re like a dog with a bone when it comes to what interests you, my Lord?”