Page 63 of The Beast of Ashwood Manor

Leaning over me, Gil pressed his lips to mine, moaning as he thrusted a little quicker. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, while his other hand grabbed whatever it could—my face, shoulder, side, hips, and finally my cock. I wanted him to touch every part of me, and I was enamored that he wanted to.

“Keepgoing,”Calewhispered,as I stroked him. He let both his arms relax behind his head. He pressed the side of his face into the pillow as I rocked my body against him.

I never thought I would be inside another man again, but here I was, fucking Cale. It was intense, warm, and it made me feel alive after feeling dead for so long. He brought me back to life in ways that I never thought I could be again.

I kept my hand on him. Watching him writhe under my touch as I took him was damn satisfying. He was beautiful, his skin glowing with something I had lost. Not youth, but a radiance he still had from the real world, the realm outside this one; his skin was kissed lightly by the sun of a world I hadn’t seen in nearly fifteen years.

While I pumped him with my hand, I smoothed my other up his stomach until I reached his neck. I wrapped my hand gently around him, holding him down.

“Is this all right?” I asked.

“Yes.” His eyes fluttered closed. “Here it comes. Gil—”

His body went tense beneath me. Then I saw white liquid spurt from his cock onto his stomach up to his chest. He gasped, his voice making that sweet sound as his stomach tightened and the spasms ran through his body.

“Shit.” I took a breath. The state he was in sent me over the edge, and I found myself spilling inside him. My hands gripped his hips, pulling him onto my cock as far as he could take me and holding him there as I gave him everything within me.

He was lying back now, his chest rising and falling with a heavy breathing that matched my own.

Gazing at him, I leaned down and kissed him passionately, our bodies still heated. I kissed all over his face, leaving wet marks all over him as he slowly came down from his euphoria.

“Fuck, Cale,” I breathed. This was ecstasy.

“It’s so tight,” he said, and winced, closing his eyes.

I looked down. “Oh. Hold on.” I eased out of him slowly, and he gasped. Then he laughed and let out a long breath of air.

I rolled off him and onto my back, swallowing hard before catching my breath.

“You’re sweating,” Cale said, laughing as he laid on his side to face me.

“Yeah? Well, it felt too good to stop.”

Cale smiled and took my face in his hands, and I noticed they were trembling.

“Why are you shaking?” I asked. “Are you all right?”

He nodded. “Yes, it only burns a bit.” He kissed me, and my arms wound around him, holding him close.

“I’ll wet a rag for you to put there,” I told him.

“Can I stay up here with you tonight? Please?”

My heart skipped a beat hearing him beg me. He didn’t want to be alone, and I had already made the decision for him to stay when I brought him up here. I had told myself I would stay awake all night, just to make sure he didn’t try anything. I had even cleaned the room because I wanted it.

I smoothed my thumb across his cheek. “All right, Cale. You can stay.”

His face lit up, and an ache pulled in my chest as he hugged me. He held me tight and didn’t let go. After a few minutes, I managed to convince him to untangle from me, and I got up and wetted a rag. He seemed tickled at the fact that I cleaned him up before myself, and then I got a clean one for him to place between his backside, but he seemed fine now, which made me feel better that I hadn’t hurt him.

“It was so cold today,” he said. “I’m so tired, I think I’ll fall asleep easily.”

“Not yet, though. We can talk for a while.” The fire crackled, and I noticed it was growing low. “Let me put some more logs in there before we get too settled.”

I tossed a few in and poked the fire. When I came back to the bed, Cale was nowhere in sight. Seeing a big lump beneath the covers, I raised an eyebrow. I climbed on the bed and grabbed the top of the blanket where I knew Cale’s head was, but instead of pulling it down, I tickled his stomach.

Cale jerked, nearly kicking me, and I fell back, laughing.

“What are you trying to do to me?” Cale started, a smile on his face as he came out from the covers.

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