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I bury my face into the space between Rhys’s shoulder and neck as he showers these words on me. These words that are as painful as they are soothing. They penetrate through all my layers, through all the things I thought I knew about myself, into the core of who I am. They break me open. They lay me bare.

“I love that I’m your first, that you haven’t had anyone else but me. I love making you feel good, making you come, making you lose your mind.”

I love that too. I love all the things Rhys has introduced me to, all the ways he’s helped me step outside my comfort zone. I love the new things I’ve learned about myself, the way I’ve changed because of him. I love how he feels in my arms. I love how he makes me feel.

A choked sound escapes my throat as I thrust into his body, into his tight, welcoming heat.

“Yes, teddy bear, that’s it. Just like that. Fuck me.”

A protest rises up inside me. No. I’m not fucking Rhys. Nothing so crude. I’m making love to Rhys. I’m giving back to him all the things he’s given to me. I’m pouring myself into him like he’s poured himself into me.

I move slowly but steadily, maintaining that excruciating pace that’s just enough to make my head spin. Rhys writhes under me, arching and stretching, urging me on.

“I’ve never felt this good, teddy bear. I’ve never felt like this before. You do things to me…” His voice breaks and he bites down on my shoulder with a sob. “Fuck, the things you do to me.”

“What?” I ask, suddenly overcome with the need to know. “What do I do to you?” Are they anything like the things he does to me?

“You… you… you make me want things I shouldn’t want.”

A full-body shudder races through me, making me drive deeper into him. He makes me want things I shouldn’t want either. Things like going to a gay nightclub, doing gay porn, visiting faraway places, leaving everything and everyone I know behind. “What do you want?”

Rhys shakes his head as his body clenches around my dick.

“What do you want, Rhys?” I ask again, hips snapping forward a little harder.

He cries out, a choked, broken sound. “You, Angel. I want you.”

Rhys’s admission trips something inside me. Like a switch that’s been flipped. I go wild. Almost feral. Rhys wants me? Then he has me. All of me. Forever.

With my arms snaked under his body, holding him secure, I pound into him. Again and again, like my hips are a jackhammer trying to break through concrete. The bed bangs against the wall. Sweat pours off me, creating a wet squelching sound as skin slaps against skin.

Rhys screams in my ear. “Yes! Yes! Right there! Harder! Ngh!”

I try to go harder, drawing on every ounce of strength, desire, and love I have to give Rhys the best orgasm of his life. My balls draw up. The base of my spine tingles. But I can’t come before he does. I can’t come until he says I can.

“Rhys, please!”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck!” He clenches like a vise around me. “Now, Angel! Now!”

I let go just as molten lava explodes between us, coating my stomach and his. My orgasm erupts from me, twisting me around and chewing me up. Wave after wave crashes over me as I pump myself deep into Rhys’s hole.

“Yes, that’s it! Fill me with your cum, Angel! Drown me in it!”

I do my best, chasing every last drop of pleasure, leaving nothing in the tank. I collapse onto Rhys. Mind short-circuited. Body drifting in bliss. From somewhere in the distance comes a reminder that I’m heavy and I should roll off him, but my muscles have been liquified and I can’t move.

Rhys doesn’t seem to mind, from the way he’s still clinging to me, peppering light kisses along my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.

That warmth from before, the one that has the power to destroy me, it’s love, I realize. Love for Rhys. And yeah, it can destroy me. But it can also make me whole.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

RHYS

The next couple weeks go by in a blur. Angel and I text back and forth every single day. We’ve even talked on the phone a few times in the evenings. But we haven’t been able to see each other face to face since he spent the night at my place.

I miss him. God, I miss him so damn much.

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