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He moved back, hand going back to Miles’s throat, tipping his head back until golden-brown eyes were looking up at him. Theguilt that flashed through them made him want to drive his fist through a wall because he knew he was the reason it was there. What he’d done, what he’d chosennotto do, was the reason for it.
“I amnotwith Jane,” he said, barely keeping a growl from his voice, “I am not with anyone but you.”
The guilt in Miles’s eyes was replaced by doubt and caution, and he couldn’t fucking have that.
He stepped closer, Miles’s head tilted further back, pupils blown wide as he stared up at Kaz. He couldn’t help holding on tighter, and the whimper it elicited from Miles had his whole world turning on its axis.
“You’re mine,” he said, voice deep and gravelly with emotion. “Mine, Miles. You’re mine because I’ve always been yours.”
“You don’t mean that,” Miles challenged.
“I should never have let you go, but I was a stupid kid. I’m not a fucking kid anymore, Miles. I don’t care what or how long it takes. I’ll do whatever I need to convince you that I’m serious. You. Are.Mine.”
He cupped the back of Miles’s head, grasping at his hair to jerk his head back. Miles’s mouth dropped open, and heat surged through amber eyes.
“Knees.”
“Fuck,” Miles hissed before lowering himself to his knees.
Kaz moved his hand to Miles’s jaw, running his thumb along his bottom lip before pushing it inside Miles’s hot mouth.
Miles groaned, his eyes falling shut as he sucked greedily.
“Eyes open,” he ordered, his voice rough and his heart racing.
Miles’s eyes blinked open, watching Kaz with a lust-filled, hazy gaze as he scraped his teeth over Kaz’s thumb.
“What do you want?” he asked, hissing when Miles bit down on his thumb. Miles stared at him, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Then take my cock out.”
Miles’s fingers made quick work of opening Kaz’s pants, and when they wrapped around his rock-hard cock, he cursed loudly.
He was sure he caught a smirk on Miles’s face before he wrapped his lips around his cock, the wet heat making him groan.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he hissed.
He let Miles play for a while because, fuck, if he didn’t like watching his cock disappear between those full lips. But there was something he wanted more than coming in Miles’s mouth.
He grabbed a fistful of Miles’s hair and pulled him off his cock, holding his head tilted back. Miles licked his swollen lips, and it was all he could do not to jerk him up and claim that mouth.
“Get on the bed,” he said through gritted teeth.
Miles was on his feet in less than a second, turning to crawl onto his bed. He lay down on his back, hands bunching up the sheets at his sides as he watched Kaz with lust burning bright in his eyes.
Kaz pulled his cut off, Miles’s gaze tracking his every move. He laid it down on Emma’s bed, then reached behind his head to pull his shirt off. Miles’s barely audible gasp as his shirt hit the floor set his blood on fire. He loved every sound he got out of Miles, every shiver, every moan. It drove him fucking crazy with that possessive need he’d always struggled to contain when it came to Miles.
He pushed his jeans down and toed them off along with his boots, and then he walked the few steps to the bed and grabbed Miles by the ankles, tugging hard to pull him closer to the edge. Miles made a startled sound, but didn’t fight him, eyes filled with heat as he looked up at Kaz.
He didn’t waste any time ridding Miles of his clothes, and Miles helped him with frantic movements, his hands shaking slightly. To see Miles so desperate for him awakened thatpossessive part of him, the need to stake his claim rising exponentially.
He let Miles get on his hands and knees and settled behind him, grabbing his ass cheeks to spread them. That ass was fucking glorious and allhis.
He put his mouth on Miles, the man’s responding gasp sending thrills through him. He speared Miles’s hole with his tongue, loving his responding moans as he made a meal out of his ass. He’d dreamt about having his hands and mouth on Miles every single night since the day he let Miles go, but the reality was so much better than anything he could imagine.
Miles drove his ass back against him, his small gasps and moans driving him crazy with need. His cock was dripping with precome, desperate for some friction, but he ignored it. This was about Miles. About making Miles feel good.
He pressed kisses everywhere he could reach while pushing two fingers inside Miles, who took them greedily, ass clenching tight around them.
He cursed under his breath. He wanted to feel that around his cock. He wanted to sink inside Miles and fuck him until they both forgot everything but each other.
