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Of seeing this part of Percy painted with his seed, the pink pucker of his most sacred place.
The deep pang of desire, the raw longing to take him, to claim him, to do the very thing that Percy had wanted him to do.
It took every ounce of self-control he had not to do it right then. It was almost overwhelming, and the way that Percy spread his legs and rocked his hips, wanting.
Albie almost lost the fight, but he clambered back some control. He tossed the cloth toward the hamper, then leaned over Percy’s back, growling in his ear.
“I will take you like this,” he bit out. “I will have you as you want because seeing you like this has me losing my mind.”
Albie shot up off the bed before he lost the fight to leave. The last thing he saw was the look of darkened surprise on Percy’s face as Albie closed the door.
Chapter Fourteen
To say Percy was stunned at Albie’s words would be an understatement.
To say he’d thought of anything else all day long would also be an understatement. He had to make himself busy, make himself keep his distance from Albie all day, lest he was tempted to drag him somewhere private to make him uphold that promise.
He’d felt no shame at all, lying on the bed, legs spread, as Albie cleaned him. In fact, he’d revelled under Albie’s care, his gentleness as he tended to him.
Percy had never felt so loved.
But then Albie had growled in his ear, promising wicked things, and Percy had never felt a fire like it.
It ripped through him, burning white hot, with the embers keeping him warm all day.
He’d make sure he didn’t fall asleep early tonight. Tiredness be damned. He was too worked up to feel tired. After dinner when they’d sat at the table to do his reading, Percy sat closer than was probably appropriate. He leaned into Albie, even resting his head on Albie’s shoulder for a moment when Elsie and Clara were in the kitchen, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.
He needed this.
He needed nothing else.
“You’re being bold tonight,” Albie murmured.
“Take me to bed, Albie,” he whispered, meeting Albie’s gaze. “Please. Please don’t make me wait.”
Albie shot to his feet, forgetting all about the books, took Percy’s hand, led him to their room. He locked the door behind them, the click of the key making him jump.
Percy felt as if his blood was on fire.
He wasn’t sure if Albie sensed his urgency or if he felt as desperate as him, but he was different tonight.
Still tender, still gentle, but serious and commanding.
Percy liked this side of him.
Loved it, even.
Loved it when Albie stripped him naked, laid him face down on the bed, and covered his body with his. His weight felt heavenly. The way he pressed him down, his erection filling that void beneath his buttocks, behind his balls. Sliding against where he so desperately wanted him, driving in over and over.
This is what heaven felt like.
A desire strung so taut Albie could have played him like a fiddle.
It wasn’t exactly where he wanted him, but he was so, so close. And Percy lifted his hips, spread his legs a little wider, urging Albie to please, please press into him.
Albie raked his hands along Percy’s arms, to his hands, linking their fingers and holding them to the mattress.
Oh, how good this felt.
