Page 27 of Distant Heart

“Why are you like this?” Rexton moaned and dug his nails into Illya’s arm. Tears began to leak from his eyes, trailing down his flushed cheeks, and he shivered when Illya’s tongue flicked out to taste them. “You’ve never been like this before.”

Sex between them in the past had been safe. Soft and intimate.

“Didn’t want to scare you away,” Illya admitted. “But you were honest about your needs last night, xa’us. I heard you, loud and clear.”

“No.” He shook his head in denial. “I don’t like this!”

“No,” Illya agreed. “Youloveit.” He jackhammered up into him, relishing the strangled sounds that tore from Rexton’s throat. “You came apart on my cock so many times, baby. Screamed for me and rode me till dawn. You passed out with me still fucking you, yet even in your sleep, you held me close and wouldn’t let me go.”

He pulled out and rolled Rexton onto his back once more, forcing his legs up high as his cock located his entrance all over again. Illya took him in a frenzy, obsessed with the way Rexton’s entire body shook from the impact of his thrusts.

“You’ll never do this with anyone else,” he found himself promising. “Never make these sounds or grace another with that expression. These tears are mine.” He pressed a thumb against Rexton’s full lips and pushed it inside when he gasped, tracing circles on his tongue. “This mouth is mine. This hole. This dick. This body. And if it’s all mine, doesn’t it make sense for me to keep it here with me?”

Illya caught the wrist with the bracelet and trapped it against the mattress. “You wanted this. You came here because you wanted me to make the choice for you, Rexton. Don’tpretend otherwise. You wanted to be possessed fully. To be wanted fully. Tell me, what did you see? Hmm? What did you witness to make you this desperate?”

He didn’t like that an outside force was what had brought Rexton to the conclusion Illya had always known—that one day they were both going to have to face the music and admit to who they really were—but he was too pleased with the outcome to be too bent out of shape about it.

Although…

“Was it Flix?” That had to be it. “Did you see how badly he wanted Aneski? Is that it? Did it make you feel like you were missing out, baby?” He caught Rexton by the chin and held him still so their eyes locked. “Did you think to yourself, hey wait, I have a devil of my own, why aren’t I getting dominated and obsessively fucked into oblivion?”

Illya had met Flix Fulmini. It wasn’t a reach to guess that’s exactly how he’d treat his man, which meant there was no way Rexton either hadn’t heard about it or seen it for himself. Envy wasn’t a big emotion Rex typically experienced. It was no wonder he’d struggled to come up with a healthy way to express himself and deal with it.

Not that Illya was complaining.

Rexton’s eyes shifted to the side, his embarrassment clear.

So Illya kissed him to help chase it away.

His tongue curled around Rexton’s, coaxing him to participate, and he nipped and supped at the other man’s bottom lip, driving them both half mad. The second he felt Rexton give in, he unapologetically took from him, greedily feasting on his mouth as he rutted him.

Even though he was the aggressor here, when it came to kissing, Rexton had always been the one who held the reins. He could easily get Illya to do exactly what he pleased by settingthe tone with his tongue. He opened wide, his hands diving into Illya’s hair, holding him close as he met the same crazy pace, urging Illya on despite his verbal denials.

“This is what you wanted,” Illya tore his mouth away, ignoring the way Rexton made a sound of protest and tried to pull him back. “This is what you’ve always wanted. To be here, with me. Owned by me. Available to take my cock whenever I please. Ready and willing to be pleasured at my whim. Admit it, xa’us. If you need someone to blame out there, I’ll take the heat. You can tell all your friends back home that the Black Hart is too obsessed with you to let you go and I’ll agree. But in here there will only ever be honesty between us.”

Illya might be able to read him like an open book, but he wanted confirmation the book he was reading was nonfiction. He needed to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that this visceral need was reciprocated.

“I waited two years to be real with you,” Illya said. “Don’t you think that’s long enough? Don’t keep waiting any longer. Tell me—”

“This is what I wanted,” Rexton cut him off and Illya felt something inside of him snap into place. “This is exactly what I wanted. You always know what I need, Be’tessi.”

“Move in with me.

Rexton hesitated.

“I’m not asking.”

“I…my stuff.”

“We’ll go get it.”

Rexton worked his bottom lip between his teeth.

Disappointment shrouded him and Illya made to pull away, only for Rexton to panic and wrap his arms tightly around his neck.

“Okay,” Rex nodded. “Okay. I’ll move in with you. I’ll move to Usurn.”

Illya kissed him rewardingly. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

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