going to be your savior, and you’ll be mine.”
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When Keir moved inside him, Patryk closed his eyes and could see the stars and the moon glittering in a pitch black sky, beckoning him. He felt light and weightless and so damn alive he wondered where Keir had been all his life and why he’d never felt this way before.
Derek certainly hadn’t made him feel this way—paradoxically free and bound in one breath. He had only humiliated Patryk and made him regret the day he’d been born to submit rather than giving Patryk a reason to celebrate his subservient nature. Unlike Keir who reveled in his role as Dominant without making Patryk feel insignificant and small.
Keir made him feel desired and wanted and…God, Keir made him feel loved.
Patryk fisted his hands at the realization, curving his legs around Keir’s neck and pulling him closer as if his actions alone could express what he was feeling.
He opened his eyes to see Keir’s dark ones staring back at him, wondered if Keir already knew, wondered if Keir felt the same.
Patryk gasped when Keir stroked his prostate, arching upward, seeking more, seeking release—perfect and right.
Torturing Patryk as he had promised, Keir pulled back, bracing his weight on his palms until his biceps bulged with his efforts to keep himself and Patryk on edge.
Keir circled his hips, teasing the opening of Patryk’s asshole before slowly driving forward, brushing Patryk’s inner walls and tissues as skillfully as he’d painted Patryk’s image on the canvas what seemed a lifetime ago.
“Please, Master…touch me…make me come…”
“You want it all, don’t you, greedy.”
“Everything…from you…only you…everything…” Patryk rambled and panted, thrusting his hips to match Keir’s rhythmic plunges.
Keir stroked deep inside him right before he moved his hips against Patryk like a piston.
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Patryk groaned at the intense friction, asshole tender with pleasure. He clenched his inner muscles around Keir’s cock while Keir reached for him.
Keir grasped Patryk’s jutting shaft in his masterful hand, firmly pumped it—once, twice, three times—before Patryk erupted on a hoarse shout.
Keir vibrated above Patryk enthralled in his own climax, flinging back his head and grinding his pelvis against Patryk’s testicles one final time before covering Patryk’s body with his and wrapping his arms around Patryk to gather him close.
Patryk leaned his face against Keir’s muscled chest, the light dusting of hair there tickling his cheek as he listened to the comforting sound of Keir’s heartbeat.
After a long silent moment, Keir pulled out of Patryk and bent his head to lick come off Patryk’s stomach. He lingered so long, teasing Patryk’s navel and cock, Patryk got hard again.
As if Patryk had just completed a job well done, Keir kissed and patted the top of Patryk’s dick like the obedient pet it was, then climbed off the bed.
Patryk suffered an instant of déjà vu and alarm before Keir glanced over his shoulder, winked, and said, “Be right back.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”
“Ha, ha.”
Keir went into the bathroom, rich laughter in his wake.
Patryk closed his eyes and listened as Keir turned on the water in the sink, craving this existence for more than just a day, wanting to listen to Keir’s ablutions every day of his life.
Was it wrong to feel this way about someone so fast? But more important, was it wise, especially with his history?
Keir is not Derek.
This time it was his own voice that admonished him and not the smart-aleck Zara.
Was she gone now that he and Keir had consummated their relationship?
Would she be back or was her job done?
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Before Patryk had a chance to dwell on his matchmaking angel, Keir came back into the room, refreshed and semi-erect.
He brought a damp soapy wash cloth over to the bed, gently
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