Page 12 of Distant Heart

And again.

“I could fuck you well into morning,” he growled against the heated flesh at the base of Rexton’s neck before nuzzling his nose against the spot. “Screw your brains out so all your troubles are distant, blurry recollections in the back of your mind. Forget about everything else, baby. All you have to concentrate on is taking my cock like the good boy I know you can be.”

He must have taken things too far with that last statement because he felt Rexton tense up all over again and sighed knowing the moment of languidness had passed.

“Good boy my ass,” Rexton snarled. “Fuck you and your—”

Illya gave a hard thrust, fully seating himself inside of Rexton’s tight body with one quick move that also ended up slamming Rexton’s hips loudly against the table. It shook beneath their weight a second time before the balls rolled again.They clattered, the sound echoing around them, only partially drowning out Rexton’s pain-filled cry.

“You brought that on yourself,” Illya said, delivering the words against the curve of the other man’s ear. “I was trying to make this easy on you, but what did I tell you about keeping your mouth clean, hm?”

“Like you actually give a shit if I curse,” Rexton shot back, though his words were strained now. “You just like—”

“Reprimanding you?” Illya ground against him, chuckling when that elicited another gasp, this one tinged with less pain and more pleasure. Whether his prey wanted to admit it or not, he was getting off on this too. “Ah, is that why you keep resisting? Do you like being punished, xa’us?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? It’s a term of endearment here on Usurn.”

“It’s too…intimate.”

Illya couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m balls deep inside of you. Your cheeks are split and cradling me. I have you trapped in every sense of the word, and yet calling you apet nameis too intimate for you? You’re really something, Rexton, has anyone ever told you that before?”

Rexton inhaled shakily and then replied, “Only you.”

“That’s good, baby. That’s the type of thing I like to hear.” He nipped at his ear. “Only me. Remember that, okay?”

“That’s not how this works,” Rexton, ever the defiant, declared. “Praeda—”

Illya dropped his face and bit the tender spot at the center of Rexton’s nape in a warning that smartly didn’t go unheeded. The other man quieted and instantly locked up beneath him once more.

“You can’t honestly think this ends tonight, can you? Come on, xa’us, you can’t be that dense. This is our start. Ourrealone. I’m going to tie you to me and keep you here forever.Try to flee, see what happens. Maybe you’ll even like it. Like all the ways I intend to chain you to my side.”

Rexton shuddered. “Illya.”

He hushed him and licked the spot where the imprint of his teeth marked Rexton’s perfect skin.

“Let’s call a truce,” Rexton suggested.

Illya answered by drawing his hips back. Just as his cock was about to slip free, he drove forward, spearing through Rexton a second time with just as much force. They both moaned, and he did it again. What he really wanted to do was toss the other man onto the ground and fuck him raw and rough, but despite his earlier comments, there was no way he’d ever risk someone walking in on them and seeing Rexton laid out and on full display.

He'd have to gouge their eyes out, and something told him bloodshed like that would be considered a turn-off in Rexton’s book.

“No truce,” Illya said. “You chose the game. You don’t get to tap out. All you can do is surrender.”

“Fine,” Rexton shifted beneath him pointedly, “then I do that. I surrender. Now let’s end this and get off—”

“Not the kind of surrender I’m looking for.” He nipped at his ear one last time and straightened. It took all his willpower to leave Rexton’s warmth, but he did. “To the victor go the spoils. Get up and fix your clothes. We’re leaving.”

He hesitated but did as he was told, turning quickly to keep Illya in his line of sight as he grappled with his pants and quickly got himself in order. There was suspicion in his eyes, a tense set to his shoulders. “Leaving?”

“There’s no lock on this door.” Illya motioned to it. “Anyone can walk in at any moment. I want privacy for what comes next.”

“I’m not letting you—”

“You can try to make another run for it,” he suggested before Rexton could finish his sentence. His cock was swollen and achy as he tucked himself away, smirking when that caught the other guy’s notice. “I’ll hunt you down again, only this time, once I’ve caught you we’re finishing what we just started. Got that, baby?”

Rexton was still staring at Illya’s cock now trapped behind the confinement of silk.

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