Page 104 of The Mourning Throne
That was the word.
That was all it took.
One hand tilted Lex’s hips up, the other wrapped around the base of his cock like a claim.
“Are you still listening?” Morgan asked, calm as always. “You come, and I stop.”
Lex made a sound—half broken, half desperate—but he nodded.
“Exhale.”
Then Morgan pushed in.
There was no warning. No prep. Just the slick glide of spit and water and the merciless stretch of Lex’s body giving way, taking all of it at once. Lex arched, but Morgan’s grip kept him trapped against his chest.
It wasn’tfast. It wasn’trough.
That’s what Lex expected—hell, that’s how heliked itat this point.
It was too slow.
Controlled.
Each thrust perfectly measured, enough to keep Lex right at the edge.
Lex couldn’t do anything but take it.
The water sloshed up the tub, heat wrapping everything in a haze. His body trembled uncontrollably, every inch of him too sensitive, too hot, tooopen.
Morgan fucked him like he was pouring something back into him.
Filling every hollow space.
Rebuilding the pieces he’d shattered earlier.
Lex clutched at the rim of the tub, needingsomethingto hold onto that wasn’t himself. One more second and he was going to start crying—from relief, from pleasure, who the fuck knew.
Morgan’s voice brushed against his ear.
“You come, and I stop,” he reminded again, slower this time.
Lex’s cock throbbed, leaking against his stomach.
It was unbearable.
But he didn’t let go.
Hedidn’tcome.
Lex gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body screaming. The need was overwhelming, but the fear of losing this was even greater. He didn’t know how long he lasted like that, trembling on the brink, but it felt like an eternity.
Finally, Morgan’s breathing hitched. “You can,” he gasped out, his voice strained. And that was all the permission Lex needed.
He came with a strangled cry, spilling onto his stomach as the orgasm ripped through him. Morgan continued to move inside him, just a few more thrusts before he groaned too, burying his face in Lex’s neck as he came.
By the time Morgan pulled out, Lex was shivering and slack, body boneless, breath reduced to soft little gasps that barely qualified as words. He leaned back against Morgan like he could melt there.
Morgan cradled him close, one arm slung low around his stomach, the other gently brushing wet strands of hair from his forehead.
