Page 283 of Affair
“I never thought I’d love this, but I do,” Gamble admitted, running his fingers over the man’s abs, and his strong rider’s thighs. “I love your body, Poe.”
He said nothing, as he let the pleasure overtake him. If he spoke, he was going to cry and warn the man what he was going to do.
So, instead, he said nothing.
But the whole time, he was dying inside.
Now, he was falling apart.
“Gamble,” he whispered. “My love,” he said, wanting to give him something.
Secretly, he knew that this man would forever hold his heart. Years from now, he’d still think about Gamble, and how perfect he was for him.
And how he couldn’t be brave enough to damn the man to a life in England.
With.
Him.
As Gamble blew him, he did it with a hunger that he simply couldn’t quench. Being with Poe made him feel light, happy, and alive.
He devoured him, and all he wanted was to be buried in this man, giving Poe all of him.
Gamble wanted to spend each waking second with him, and never to be away from him.
This was his mate.
His true love.
His soulmate.
There was no doubt in his mind that the man who pieced him back together, and made him whole again was his other half.
When this was over, he wanted to marry him.
A lot had changed in the three months, but Gamble knew one thing for sure.
He was madly in love.
Hopelessly in love.
As he worked him hard, Poe’s body bowed, and he held on for the wildest, wickedest blowjob. Considering it was only his second he’d ever given, Gamble knew how to bring pleasure and lust to his partner.
Poe was going to miss this.
When he was on the cusp, Gamble slowed it down, added the torment, and made sure he poured himself into this mating.
It mattered to him.
Because Poe mattered.
As the man teetered, Gamble pushed him from the edge, and he came.
HARD.
Poe shouted his name, as he exploded down Gamble’s throat.
The whole time, his breathing was heavy, as the man moved up his torso, leaving a trail of kisses. It was when he slid into Poe’s body, that he shook.
