Page 97 of Alastair

“But—”

“Alastair.” My name on his lips kick-started my heart. He glided his nose along my cheek. “Come to bed with me.”

With a slight turn of my head, I captured his lips. An acceptance.

A sexy growl rumbled in his chest as his arms came around my waist. He guided me into the bungalow and toward the back room, our mouths melding together.

After laying me on the bed, he shed my clothes, tossing my oversized T-shirt and cotton night pants to the floor before tugging down my boxer-briefs.

“I need to be naked to sleep?”I asked telepathically as he nipped at the skin below my jaw. I was teasing him. I stopped being tired the moment he said my name in that deep, authoritative tone. I shivered—at both the memory and the light graze of his teeth down my neck.

“I thought it best to tire you more first,”he responded, smoothing his palms along my bare sides. He kissed down my chest and swirled his tongue over my nipple. I groaned.“Unless you’d rather go straight to sleep? I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare,” I answered him aloud, then groaned again as his hand found my cock.

His raspy chuckle caused vibrations against my nipple as he continued working it with his mouth. The stimulation was both too much and not enough. I wiggled beneath him, then pumped my hips up, seeking more warmth and friction from his palm. He denied me, pulling his hand away.

“Are you pouting?” He smirked up at me, his cheeks flushed and his lids heavy. The image of pure seduction.

“No.” I wiggled my hips again. “But if you don’t touch me, I’m going to shove you down and take over.”

“Not this time.”

“Pardon?”

Lazarus lightly clamped his teeth around my nipple, and I released a mix between a grunt and a yelp.“I gave you control for my first time. I even let you have control the morning after when you rode me into the sheets a second time.”He flicked his tongue against the hard bud and retook hold of my aching cock.“But now, I’m going to dominate every sweet, delicious inch of you until you shatter in my arms.”

“Laz,” I moaned, arching up into his palm and mouth. Craving more. I wanted to be dominated by him, wanted him to unravel me piece by piece and sew me back together with his hard kisses and possessive touches.

It was something I’d never had with any of my past lovers. Topping or bottoming, it didn’t matter. I had been in charge. My partners had followed my lead. Pride wouldn’t allow for anything else.

Now? My sin purred in my chest, accepting Lazarus’ touch. Surrendering to him.

“Such a good boy,” Lazarus murmured against my skin, his smoldering gaze flickering to mine. “Responding to me like this.”

I whimpered. Each time he called me a good boy, I melted. Only with him though. Any doubts about me having a praise kink were put to rest. I inhaled that praise like it was oxygen. He worshipped my body, licking and stroking, caressing every contour of muscle with his long, deft fingers, asking nothing in return.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said before kissing my inner thigh.

The compliment swelled in my chest. I brushed aside strands of his white bangs. “You are too. Beautiful and mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.” Lazarus caught my hand and pressed it to his cheek. “And I always will be.”

Emotion constricted in my throat. “I’m yours too.”

The tender ache in his eyes said so many things—regret and grief over lost time, uncertainty about our future—but when he aligned our bodies and took my face in his palm, he kissed away the bruising heartache. He fused himself to me with every gentle kiss, with every caress.

“More,” I said on a moan. More touching. More of the feelings he was awakening inside me.

Lazarus used lubricant to prepare me, pressing one slick finger inside before adding a second, murmuring praises against my heated skin as I writhed beneath him. Giving him control was euphoric. Turning off my brain and justfeeling.

In that bed, Lazarus gave me the freedom to exist without having to be in charge, without having to make decisions or feel the weight of responsibility. He allowed me to let go.

When he joined our bodies, slowly easing forward, his nose lightly bumped mine. I tilted my face up to kiss him, and he pushed his tongue past my lips as he seated himself inside me. Butterflies swarmed my stomach at the weight of him on top of me. His winter apple scent wrapped around me as he pumped his hips once, pulled back, then did it again but deeper.

“So perfect.” He brushed his tongue along the seam of my mouth and started a slow rhythm with his hips. “I never want to stop.”

“Then don’t.” I wrapped my arms around him and groaned as his hard cock nudged my prostate. “Let’s stay like this until the world ends.”