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Nic

The moment stretches between us, thick with heat, power, surrender.

Kai stands there—rigid, coiled tight, a man at war with himself. His fists clench at his sides, his chest rising and falling.

He thinks he needs a cold swim to settle. That he’ll break me if he takes me. But I know the moment his skin touches mine, he’ll give me exactly what I need.

I throb everywhere, aching for his heat. His darkness. He’s too fascinating, too dangerous, too intoxicating and I’m caught, helplessly drawn in.

I need him to break for me, too. To show me what I’ve known all along. Since that first night fifteen years ago.

That he’s mine.

The muscles in his throat work as he swallows, his jaw tight, his cock straining against his sweats.

He’s trying so hard to hold on to the last shred of his power. But his eyes flick to the bed, to the bottle of lube.

And he fucking breaks.

I see the exact moment the war inside him erupts. The way his body tenses, the heat flashing in his eyes, something wild, unhinged. And then—he lunges at me.

And I smile.

That’s my good boy.