Page 53 of Declan

I pulled him into the room, closed the door, and started kissing him. I’d missed his smell, missed the way he sighed against me as I sucked at his throat. He didn’t say much, and neither did I.

Our focus was solely on sex. No talking and asking about each other’s day. Just kissing, touching, and screwing. Nothing romantic.

I couldn’t stop the thoughts from flooding my mind, though, as I pushed into him. As I saw his gray eyes darken with lust and felt his fingers kneading my back. He was stunning, not only physically but on the inside, as well.

I might’ve told him I wanted a casual hookup while I was in town, but my desire went deeper than the physical. Knowing how he sounded when coming apart beneath me was great, but I also wanted to know what he sounded like when talking about something he loved. I wanted to see his eyes light up as he spoke of his dreams and aspirations.

“Declan,” he whimpered as I hit that special place inside him.

I fucked him faster as I felt him start to tense.

Kyler’s orgasm was so powerful that he cried out and dug his nails into my shoulder, his body shuddering as he shot his load between us. I soon followed him, pressing my face into the side of his neck as I grunted my release.

I was burning.

Instead of the flames weakening with time, they were getting stronger. With each kiss I gave to Kyler and with each pump of my cock into him, the flames soared higher. And as I held him afterward, kissing every inch of exposed skin I could find and hearing his tired chuckles, I knew I could never go back to the man I used to be.