Page 123 of Shadows in Bloom

“Hard time focusing?” Ledger grinned. “Good. That was the plan. Break you down so you can’t even think about refusing me.”

“That’s…” Nikita exhaled, “wrong.”

Ledger snorted. “Cute.”

“You—”

“Own you,” he stated, and there was no room for argument. “You’re mine now, Niki, and if you want this,” he ground his cock up into him, the move forcing Nikita onto his toes, “to stop, you’re going to tell me what I want to hear. Clear?”

No, none of this was. Nikita was struggling to comprehend what was really happening. No matter which way he looked at it, it didn’t make sense for the Devil to want to keep him around.

Move in?

“What would I be?” he made himself ask, though the question came out weak and broken apart by gasps he couldn’t contain.

“I told you, mine.”

“Your what?”

“You’re overthinking it. Still.” Ledger sighed in frustration. “Maybe we should continue and I should ask you again in another day or so.”

“No!” Nikita really, really needed a break. A long one. As amazing as the sex was, he really wouldn’t be able to last if this kept going. “I’ll do it! I’ll agree!”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed and bobbed his head.

“Good.” Ledger wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled him off the counter so they were chest to back. Tilting Nikita’s head, he angled his face so he could kiss him, tongue flicking in and out of his mouth to rival the motions of his pounding cock.

They both came at the same time, Nikita’s vision winking in and out as he shook and twitched in Ledger’s arms.

The last thing he recalled was seeing his blurry reflection in the mirror, tangled up in the arms of the Devil looming behind him.

Then everything went dark and blissful unconsciousness took hold.

Nikita woke to darkness some time later, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the black. His body ached, but he was warm and lying in bed, the soft, silky materials of Ledger’s expensive sheets cradling him.

They weren’t the only thing, he realized a moment later when Ledger sighed against his ear and nuzzled his neck. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around Nikita’s middle, the other carefully placed beneath Nikita’s head.

“You awake, Tiger?” Ledger asked, sleepy and soft.

He cleared his throat, but ended up nodding instead of speaking.

“Go back to sleep,” he told him. “It’s only been a day and the doctor said you need more than that.”

“Doctor?” Nikita’s voice cracked but it didn’t hurt to talk.

“Had one come and look at you when you passed out,” Ledger said. “Never had that happen to me before. Got scolded for dehydrating and exhausting you, I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear.”

“Scolded?” The doctor had scolded him? What doctor dared to do that?

“Oh,” Ledger seemed to realize he’d left some things out, “the doctor is my mom. She went off on me about how that was no way to treat my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

He chuckled. “It’s not like I was going to correct her and say, ‘Actually, Mom, he’s the man I own’. Boyfriend has a better ring to it anyway. Less wordy. Besides, does it matter what I call you? You’re mine. I’ll call you what I like, and I like the sound of boyfriend.”

“Ledger.” Nikita thought he might cry and he wasn’t entirely sure why. “Can I really stay here? With you?”

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