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HUNTER
I jerk awake, shooting up in my bed. My chest heaves. Sweat clings to my skin, turning it cold, and goose bumps spread over my arms and my nape.
I suck in oxygen as my pounding heart fights to regain a normal rhythm. I look around my bedroom, it takes a while for my eyes to get used to the light. It must be afternoon. I stroke my palm over my head.
“Damn it!” I mutter. The sound of my ragged breaths fills the room. The white sheets are twisted around my thighs and feet. Why do I keep having dreams about that day? I’ve been to prison. Have seen terrible things happen and almost had them done to me—thankfully, I’m a big motherfucker who can defend himself.
A shiver runs through me.
My head is usually blissfully quiet, but now it feels like an overcrowded airport. I rub my forehead, the start of a headache kicking in, and try hard to shake off those memories. Screaming, the soundof his body hitting the floor, blood, death. Anger and shame, so much shame.
I’m awake, but the nightmare still has its hooks in me.
A strange noise forms in the back of my throat. The sound of water running coming from the en suite bathroom halts it.
Ramiel.
After the hottest fuck of my life, I fell asleep with my eyes on his, my softening, raw cock inside him and our hands clasped, his finger rubbing so delicately against my palm. Nobody has ever touched my hand that way. I’ve never fucking let them. But with Ramiel, I find it comforting, calming.
The opposite of what he made me feel before I literally drilled his ass. The fact that I don’t need to restrain myself with him is a huge turn-on. He can take me and my violent force. More, he provokes me to give it to him rougher, to treat him like a slut. And just the thought of that makes my tired cock twitch.
When he appeared at my door this morning, I didn’t know what to expect. He bantered with the boys, but he’s a brat as well, so there’s no surprise there. What he confessed afterward, though, that hit me right in the gut. The vulnerability he tried to hide behind the irritation moved something inside of me. Something close to home.
He thinks he’s broken, I read it in his eyes. Is that the reason for the pull I felt toward him from the moment he walked into that alley? Whatever happened to him turned him numb. The fact that I, and only I, am able to keep those senses alive fills my chest with a weird, warm feeling.
What the fuck is that? I let out a long breath and slide out of bed to make my way to the bathroom.
I slowly push the door open and lean against the frame when I see Ramiel in front of the mirror. He’s naked, his wet hair looks darker and dripping onto his shoulders. The light seeping through the window makes the rivulets of water running down his chest and back almost…glow.
His pale, freckled skin is so damn alluring. The muscles underneath are strong. I know because I’ve grabbed them, squeezed them, spanked them. My eyes fall on the handprints I left on his spectacular ass, the bruises on his hips and thighs. Love to mark his peachy skin. Just a little pressure, and my fingerprint is on him.
Like this? He looks like mine.
He’s studying the bruise I left on his neck in the mirror. A small, satisfied smile on his lips that makes my dick jerk in appreciation. But when he catches my reflection, it turns into a pout.
“No dildo on the shower wall? I’m disappointed.”
“Haven’t you had enough?” I grab my slightly hard dick and give it a fast pump, moving the foreskin down the tip. The sudden lust filling his eyes makes me say, “I’ll buy one.”
He blinks. Then asks with a surprised tone, “You will?”
I groan. “You dripping wet, water cascading down your body as you fuck yourself on a dildo.” I push away from the door and start stalking his way. My balls hanging heavy between my legs, dick swinging. “Your hands grabbing my ass while you moan and choke around my cock and fuck your pussy at the same time? I’m getting hard right now just thinking about it.”
“Fuck, me too.” I stop in front of him and brush the shadow of a bruise under his eye. It’s not from my hands, and I don’t fucking like it.
“But bath first.” He gives me a sweet smile and turns toward the bathtub. The sight of his juicy ass doesn’t help with my erection. He turns off the water and dips two fingers in to check the temperature.
“Didn’t you take a shower?” My eyes slide down his wet body, still dripping on the bathmat.
“Yeah. I love the feel of water falling on my skin. Now I want to experience a hot submersion. Want to join?”
Right. A shower or a bath are new experiences for him. Things that, for me, are the everyday usual, for him and his awakened senses aren’t.
I’d never thought I’d say yes to a bath. The tub was already here when I moved in, and this whole bathroom was new, in opposition to the rest of the place. But I find myself nodding at him.
I’m starting to understand that if Ramiel is involved, my answer tends to be yes.
He gestures me to come closer. The bathtub is a decent size for two people, but that doesn’t take into account our larger sizes—especially mine. We take up enough space that he has no choice but to stay pressed against me, his back to my chest, knees bent. Not complaining here. Not with the globes of his firm ass parked on my dick. I’m not fully hard, and I can see he isn’t either. Right now, sex is not the priority. Sharing this peaceful moment is.
