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That sound didn’t nearly prepare Dom for what followed. Adrian stalked around the bed, touching and teasing with his hands and his mouth until Dom was a moaning, twitching mess. Those minutes or hours—he honestly couldn’t tell—were the most amazing, wonderful, sensual, and painful moments of his life. Like walking onstage to screams and cheers, only magnified a thousand times. He was brighter than the sun and he’d melt away and die if Adrian didn’t fuck him soon.
“Please,” he moaned. “Please!”
Adrian’s own breathing was raspy and rough. This time he trailed a finger against Dom’s taint, and it took everything not to buck up. Dom pulled on the cuffs at his wrists, needing the security and strength there. “Adrian!”
“You want me inside you, Dominic?” Gravel voice, dripping with desire.
“Need you!”
Another laugh, but this one wasn’t dark. No, it was sweet and full of warm honey. “Good. Because I need you, too, babe. Want your heat and your tears.” He grabbed a condom and the lube from the bedside table.
Finally he had Dom move, enough to allow Adrian to prep his entrance with lubed fingers. Then he had Dom wrap his legs around him as he slowly—fucking hell, so slowly—slid in. That was torture, sheer pleasure coursing up Dom’s body, into his brain. He shook against the rope that tied him to the bedframe and screamed.
“God,” Adrian breathed. “You’re perfect.” Then he thrust hard and deep, and any hope Dom had of remaining still flew away.
He thrashed and gasped, as much as he could with leather at his wrists and Adrian’s strong hands gripping his hips. He’d probably have bruises tomorrow. Lovely, wonderful marks to remind him of this wondrous torture. Of Adrian plowing into him like he could take all of Dom, like they were built to be together. He’d been on edge for so long, body aching for release, that he flew and soared and cried Adrian’s name over and over until that heat and light became too much and all he could do was babble.
“Dominic,” Adrian called, his voice surprisingly soft, given how hard he was ramming into Dom. He took Dom’s cock in his warm hand and stroked it in time with their motions. “Let go. Let me take you where you want to be.”
Out of his head. Out of the world. He was nearly there. Trembling and crying, Dom let go of everything and trusted Adrian would sweep up what was left. His orgasm broke over him, hard and fast, blinding him and steeling his breath. Heat melted his bones and his brain clicked off for one glorious moment.
“Yeah, babe, just like that.” Adrian rode him through the peak and came himself, moaning and shuddering into Dom.
He didn’t know how long Adrian held him, remained inside him, just felt the horrible absence when he pulled out.
“Shh.” Fingers on Dom’s wet face again. “It’s okay.”
“Fuck.” He couldn’t think straight. “How do you do this to me every time?”
Adrian lowered Dom’s legs, then crawled up enough on the bed to kiss his forehead. “Only two points of data. Need more to see if it’s every time.”
Dom’s laugh was half a sob of pleasure.
Lips brushed his. “You’re okay, right?”
Dom met Adrian’s gaze. Would have smoothed out that creased brow if he could have moved—if he hadn’t been tied down. “Oh yeah. Better than okay.” He was well fucked and still trembling. His pulse pounded, and the man whose voice and touch made him want to do that all over again was hovering above him. “Please kiss me, Adrian.”
He did, and it was the best damn kiss Dom had ever experienced. When Adrian untied him, cleaned him up, and poured him under the covers, after he’d taken Dom into his arms, he kissed him a second time, and that was nearly as good. “I quite like you, Dominic Bradley.”
Dom huffed a laugh. “Good. ’Cause I wanna keep seeing you, Adrian Doran.”
Adrian’s grin was like moonlight and stars, so beautiful. Dom traced a finger over that fine chin and held on to that image, that thought, even as Adrian pulled him close and fell into sleep beside him.
Dominic Bradley kinda wanted Adrian forever. That should have been terrifying, but it felt as secure as the cuffs had around his wrists.
The only problem was, he had no idea what to do with Domino or Twisted Wishes if that happened. Dominic—Adrian’s Dominic—didn’t live in the rock-and-roll world.
But Dom did.
Chapter Seven
Adrian left Dominic soundly sleeping when he crept out of bed just past eight in the morning. He’d have loved to remain curled up around that lovely man, but nature called and sleep wasn’t going to come any more this morning. After the way he’d topped Dominic the previous night, he doubted Dominic would be moving much before ten. He’d barely fluttered his eyes when Adrian had kissed his brow.
Instead, Adrian had grabbed a pair of boxers, padded down to the kitchen, ground fresh beans, and started a pot of coffee—and tried to work out the kinks in his sore muscles.
Fuck, Dominic was something else. Adrian really couldn’t get enough of him. Utterly satisfying in bed, beautiful to behold, and a mind that whirled like a machine behind those deep brown eyes. What he wanted more of today was that mind.
He’d probably have the body, too, but damned if they both needed a little time to recover from their escapades. While he still had plenty of energy, his stamina in his thirties wasn’t what it had been in his teens or twenties. Plus, he’d put Dominic through the wringer, too, judging from his screams, the way he’d come, and the tears on his cheeks. Second time he’d made Dominic cry from sex.
