Page 158 of Should Our Hearts Catch Fire

“You’re the only person I ever want to kiss. You’re the only person Iwant.”

“That’s right. Now…” Gabriel pushes him flat on the bed. “I believe I promised you a reward.”

Ellis grins, relaxing into the mattress and giving himself over to be ravished. “All yours.”

Gabriel leans down, brushing their lips together. “All mine.”

Epilogue

2 YEARS LATER

The headboard slams into the wall, the whole bed creaking ominously at the impact. At this rate, Ellis will have to start shopping for a new bedframe. He’ll make sure to send Gabriel the bill.

Sinking his teeth into a pillow, he holds on for dear life as Gabriel fucks him into the mattress, their hips creating an obscene slapping sound each time Gabriel’s cock drives into him. There’s nothing else he can do in this position; his chest touching the sheets while his ass is in the air. Gabriel is keeping him in place with a tight grip that is just short of bruising, and his hands are tied to the headboard with his own tie.

Note to self: never ask Gabriel to help you dress.

Behind him, Gabriel lets out a grunt, coming to a brief stop. He adjusts his position, and the next thrust has Ellis crying out.

“Jackpot.”

He can hear Gabriel’s evil chuckle as he picks up the pace, hammering into Ellis’ prostate on every thrust. Tears spring to his eyes at the combined sensations of pain and pleasure. He can feel the familiar tingle climbing up his spine, golden swirls beginning to dance behind his eyelids.

Gabriel lets out a guttural moan, probably from getting a taste of what Ellis is feeling.

Ellis wants him to have more than a taste, wants him to know exactly what he’s making him feel. He opens himself up to his limit, giving Gabriel the full blast.

Gabriel’s movements stutter, his grip on Ellis tightening. “I see what you did there,” he says huskily, a note of amusement in his voice. His fingers sink into Ellis’ hair, tugging gently, coaxing him to turn his head. “Look at me, sweetheart. Show me those eyes.”

With a shaky breath, Ellis does as told, forcing his eyes to open. The angle is weird, and a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn’t stop until their eyes meet.

Gabriel’s are overflowing with gold, and Ellis knows his must be too. He can feel it, and he can see it in Gabriel’s expression, all wonder and lust and love.

“There we go.” Grinning proudly, Gabriel leans down to let their lips meet in an imperfect kiss. “I fucking love you.”

Ellis shudders. “Ditto.” He yelps when Gabriel’s teeth sink into his shoulder. “I love you too.”

“That’s better,” Gabriel says, kissing the sore spot. “Now, hold on tight.”

The next few moments are a blur. Ellis isn’t aware of much beyond the desperate sounds coming out of him and the scorching heat rapidly building in his belly. His whole body feels like a volcano about to erupt, and he screams when the tension finally snaps, painting everything around him in shades of gold.

His brain slowly coming back online, he struggles to breathe, only to find it’s because he’s being squashed into the mattress.

“Breathe. Need. Now,” he gasps out, inhaling deeply when Gabriel finally pushes off him, his cock sliding out with a wet squelch that makes Ellis’ ears burn.

“Oh, sorry. I think I blacked out a little,” Gabriel mumbles, raining apologetic kisses over Ellis’ shoulders. “Are you okay?” He starts untying Ellis’ wrists, stroking the sore skin. “I didn’t make it too tight, did I?”

That, he is worried about, but Ellis not being able to sit properly for a week is evidently no biggie.

“Ellis?”

“It’s fine. Though some warning would have been nice.”

He did not foresee Gabriel pouncing on him like a wild cat when Ellis stood in front of him in his slacks and an open shirt, asking which tie he should wear. He for sure did not foresee ending up tied to the bed with one of said ties, then railed into oblivion. At least Gabriel had half a mind to shut the door to get rid of Lola. Ellis doesn’t care what anyone says—having sex in front of your pet is weird!

“Is that a complaint?”

“Consider it feedback.”