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He palmed Sam’s sack and rolled it gently as he slid his tongue lower, pressing against Sam’s taint.

A litany of curses echoed through the chamber, and Felix glanced up, grin eating his face, to catch his husband: chest heaving, eyes unfocused as he squeezed his cock in what looked like a painfully tight grip.

“You better not come,” Felix murmured against the crease where Sam’s hip met his thigh. He traced the small divot with his tongue, and Sam’s entire body shook.

He crawled the rest of the way up Sam until he straddled Sam’s hips and they were nose to nose, eyes locked. Sam’s hands went to his hips, squeezed.

“I still need to give you your other present,” Felix whispered. His husband’s cock twitched against his arse. The greedy thing knew what it was about to get.

“And what would that be?” Sam rasped. “Because you’re close to killing me here, Fee.”

Felix reached over to the night table and grabbed the vial of oil.

He scooted back and coated Sam’s angry erection, giving it a few loose, teasing strokes.

Then he rose on his knees, leaning over Sam, one hand on a stone-hard shoulder.

He brought one of Sam’s hands to his hip, slowly slid it around his arse, chuckled when Sam’s fingers clenched on his cheek.

Possessive. Claiming. A shaky breath fled Felix. Almost time.

“I was going to say you could fuck me,” he murmured, barely recognizing the heat in his voice. “But if you’re that impatient…”

A beautiful whine fled Sam’s lips. Felix understood the torment, the painful need that flared in those grey eyes. Sam wanted it. But the wait until Felix was stretched and ready would be absolute torture.

He slid Sam’s hand farther until it dipped to Felix’s crease. Sam’s sharp inhale rent through the chamber, and a feral noise burst from him. Felix sank his teeth into his bottom lip, tried desperately to hold back his triumphant smile. And failed.

“How long?” Sam said, voice rough-edged and soaked in hunger. “How long have you had that in you?” His fingers played over the flared end of the dildo.

“Since I disappeared after dinner,” he whispered.

“I wanted to be ready. No waiting.” Felix leaned even closer, lips brushing over Sam’s.

“Take it out.” He shifted back just enough to meet that stormy gaze.

“And have me. Any way you want me.” His voice shook lightly.

“Riding you, hands and knees, underneath you—”

“Yes.” Sam’s breaths danced over Felix’s lips, stuttered and uneven, his eyes nothing but a black abyss.

A strained chuckle fled Felix. “You’re going to need to pick one, love. I’m not that bendy.”

“Something to test out at some point,” Sam rasped. “But for now, I want you to ride me. I want you to take what you want.”

Felix’s eyes fluttered shut for a shaky heartbeat.

Then he wrapped his free hand around Sam’s nape and rested his forehead against Sam’s.

Sam slowly slid the dildo from Felix’s body, and then there was the soft thump of the ivory toy hitting the coverlet and the most unbearable bone-deep need to have his husband inside him.

Their trembling breaths mingled, Sam’s hands reverently coasting over Felix’s hips, not once breaking eye contact. Felix reached behind him and lined Sam up. Then sank home.

Their groans filled the bedchamber. Felix went to move, but Sam’s fingers dug into his skin, his strong hands holding him in place.

“Not yet,” he said roughly. “I need a moment. Just being inside you, feeling you surround me.” His words cut off, and his lips slammed into Felix’s.

Pressed hard, bruising. There was no finesse, no deepening of the kiss.

It was just a man desperately trying to keep back the raging emotions threatening to burst from him.

Like if he kissed Felix hard enough, the overwhelming feeling wouldn’t escape and swallow him.

Felix threaded his fingers through Sam’s hair, fisted it, latched on, and held Sam to him.

He understood it all too well. The all-consuming love that had to be too much for a mere human to withstand.

Because that’s how it felt to be joined with Sam like this.

A sharing of bodies, but more. A sharing of souls.

The tension in Sam’s body eased, and he melted back against the headboard, falling away from Felix.

“Ready?”

Sam nodded, giving Felix’s cock a few loving strokes as he did. Felix groaned and swatted Sam’s hand away.

“None of that. I won’t last. And I want to make this good for you.”

“Always. Anything. You.”

A small laugh bubbled up in his chest as he slowly lifted. “Was I supposed to understand that caveman speak?” He sank down, and all laughter fled, long low moans escaping them.

Sam’s hands found Felix’s hips, guided him as they found their rhythm. Together.

“Christ. Perfection,” Sam gritted out.

And Felix needed more of that silky growl.

It was rough, but it was molten the way it ran over his skin, a heated caress.

Foreheads pressed together, forearms resting on Sam’s shoulders, hands fisting his hair, Felix drove down on Sam’s cock, using his man’s solidity as leverage.

Circled his hips, searching for that perfect angle but also not ready to find it.

Because he didn’t think he’d be able to hold back once he did.

“Talk to me,” he panted. He buried his head in Sam’s neck, and Sam’s lips found the shell of his ear. And his husband gave him what he wanted, needed. Delicious sinful words.

“I can’t believe you got yourself ready without me.”

Teeth nipped his ear.

“You’ll pay for that later.”

Fingertips bit into Felix’s hips.

“Next time I get to watch.”

A tongue laved his neck.

“See you work yourself open.”

Heated breath danced over his skin.

“Getting ready to take me.”

Felix pulled back, met Sam’s hooded gaze, ebony lashes nearly concealing those midnight eyes. His cheekbones were seared with a deep blush, sweat building at his temples, inky black locks slicked to his forehead. He’d never looked more stunning.

Sam’s hands squeezed, a warning. He was close.

Felix stilled, not ready for it to be over, for the intimate connection to end.

Sam stared back at Felix, black irises hungry.

His breaths tore from him in rapid bursts, and Felix settled both palms flat against his surging chest, feeling the wild rhythm beneath.

Drifted his fingers through the coarse hair dusting it, anchoring himself in the moment.

Felix rocked slowly, careful not to move too much, just a tease while Sam came back from the edge.

“How did you do it?” Sam’s voice was nothing but a sinful rasp, tight with a needy edge. Like he was pleading to know every detail of what he’d missed. “Were you here on your bed? On all fours?”

Felix shook his head lightly. “Bent over the bed.”

Sam groaned.

“Did you think of me? Pretend it was me stretching you, filling you?”

Felix’s hips stuttered, a streak of pleasure hitting him so acutely he lost his rhythm. He had.

“You did. I can see the answer in those honeyed eyes. You thought of me. Did you keep your hands to yourself like a good boy? Or did you give in to the ache?”

Felix bit his lip, a similar need building, pulsing through his cock. His fingers flexed, that sweet agony almost too much. Just like it had been earlier.

“Did you frig yourself, Fee? To thoughts of me?”

“I did,” he rasped. His thighs flexed tight, his frame trembling as the memory crashed back over him. “I couldn’t hold back. Not with visions of you bending me over this bed, pressing me into the mattress, taking me, claiming me .”

Sam’s large body surrounding him, chest pressed to his back, breath hot against his neck.

Sam’s hips jerked up, and they both gasped.

Sam had never taken Felix like that. The only time they’d had sex like this since the first time was when they’d finally been alone together back at Devonford Castle in August. And that had been all slow, tender touches and deep, overwhelming emotion, the kind only a reunion after heartbreak could bring.

But, hell, did he want that. He was ready to hand his body over.

No reservations. Not anymore. Never with Sam.

“I want that,” Felix said between pants, every thrust of Sam’s hips sending licks of pleasure racing through him.

He tightened his hold on Sam’s shoulders as Sam drove up harder, locked his thighs. It took every ounce of strength to keep from being bucked off. A moan rumbled through his chest as Sam hit him deep, and it still wasn’t deep enough. Would it ever be?

“I want it so rough, so hard, that I feel you for days. A constant reminder. That I’m owned by you.”

A pained noise rose in Sam’s throat. “Fee,” he begged.

And Felix knew exactly what that plea meant. No more waiting.

He sank down onto Sam with the same force Sam drove back up into him.

His hand flew to his cock, flying over it in a blur as their bodies met again and again, each one battling to be the one who thrust faster, fucked harder.

The craving was too potent, an unbearable hunger that could only be satiated by the scent of sweat-slicked skin and sex, by the sound of grunts and feral moans, by the taste of salt and Sam.

A ravenous pressure coiled tight at the base of his spine, moments from consuming him.

Felix didn’t stand a chance against it. Pleasure clamped its jaws down on him and swallowed him whole.

His arse clamped down on Sam’s cock, and a hoarse roar ripped from the man beneath him.

And what a sight it was. Head thrown back in pleasure, neck taut and straining, arm muscles bulging from the force with which he dug fingertips into Felix.

That hold was the last push. Felix’s cock erupted.

Surge after surge of bliss tore through him as he spent all over Sam’s chest and stomach.

He collapsed against his husband with a thud and grunt, melting into a boneless heap. A happy hum rumbled through Sam, his chest rising and falling so roughly it made Felix gently bounce with each breath.

“That was all right,” Sam said between ragged breaths.

Felix chuckled. “Not half bad.”

“A great effort by all involved.”

“Would shag again.”

Sam squeezed Felix’s arsecheeks. “Would totally shag again.”

Felix buried his nose in Sam’s neck, smiling against his husband’s skin. He’d get up in a moment so they could clean themselves off. But right now? He wanted to savor the greatest night of his life just a little while longer.