Page 115 of Hollow Heart

But I will never force him to hide.

Because I don’t want to hide, either.

“I know,” I say as I crush my lips to his, resuming my onslaught of un-pantsing him.

Felix’s hands slid down my neck, the unmistakable look of vulnerability crossing his beautiful face.

“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask, pressing my lips to the underside of his ear,

Felix’s hands wander to my jeans and he has my pants down around my ankles in seconds, and is tugging at my shirt.

I chuckle as he breathlessly sighs, “Yeah?”

I slowly tug at the hem of his shirt, and he removes it without question as I do the same, stepping out of my pants.

I’m acutely aware of how the light shines on his naked form and how his tattoos blend with shadows, accentuating his slender, pale form.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, and Felix crumples in my grasp.

But I won’t let him fall.

I let my hands wander over his sinuous form, using my thumb to flick his underside piercing.

“You really think so?” he asks, his accent coloring his words with a sweetness that makes me melt.

I lift him up, and he doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping his legs around me. His wet cock slides against my abdomen, making my own ache, and I don’t think twice about what I do next.

I carry Felix over to the couch on the other side of the room and carefully lower us both. He arches his back, his leg sliding down my side as he gets comfortable.

I trace my fingers along his infinity tattoo, biting at his lip ring and he groans.

My cock settles at the edge of his entrance, and I wait for his permission. Felix slides his hands down my sides, over my ass, right over my black cat tattoo, and his grip isn’t forceful.

It’s the lightest of touches, almost as if he is afraid I’ll change my mind.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his glassy sapphire pools glistening with so much love, it’s impossible to fight.

“I meant what I said to Lou. I promise, I’ll take care of you,” I whisper.

Felix’s gaze holds mine.

“Wait here,” I tell him and he blinks as I extricate myself from him for a moment, heading to the ensuite bathroom.

When I come back with the bottle of lube, I can’t help but appreciate the sight of Felix, spread on my couch, naked, with his cock in his hand, looking up at me like he did from the pages of Playgirl.

“Are you sure?” I ask, popping the cap off.

One. Two. Three.

Felix strokes himself, showing off his sparkling steel barbell.

He bites his lip as he nods. “I told you, I don’t mind being fucked.”

I shake my head, rubbing lube between my fingers first, tossing the bottle on the cushions next to him.

Four. Five. Six.

I stalk closer to him, and he grins.

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