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Had he told me that he was also falling for me? I had no clue. Poetic verse wasn’t a language I spoke, but I was about ninety-nine percent positive that was what happened.

“You don’t need to shower,” he decided, pushing me through the doorway.

“But I smell—”

“Like a man.” With his nose against my neck, he groaned. “Besides, that was a sex kiss, so you’re going to get fucking filthy all over again.”

Chapter 25

Amir

One second, we were kissing, then Remi was on his knees in front of me. My legs hit the bedframe, giving me nowhere else to go. I was still reeling, in a way that was downright exhilarating.

He slowly unzipped my pants, looking at me the whole time. Not really sure what else to do, I removed my shirt. He drank me in, and my skin warmed.

“Are you going to recite more poetry?” I asked.

The serious expression didn’t budge as he pushed my pants and briefs down all at once. “If that’s what you want to call it.” His tongue made a path around the tip of my dick, then flicked the head.

“God.”

“He’s not invited.”

He took me down to the base, and I stared at him, mesmerized. He met my eyes with a dangerous smirk as he pulled back.

“I want to taste what you’re made of.” Gripping my thigh tightly, he dragged his tongue up the inside of it with a groan.

“There’s something wrong with you,” I gritted out. “And whatever it is, I might fucking love it.”

Fire burned in his eyes at my words. They may not have been as eloquent as the ones he liked to weave together, but it didn’t matter. There was something incredibly pure about the way it affected him.

What fool would feed a starving heart? he’d asked not too long ago. I was starting to understand exactly what he’d meant by that.

He kissed his way up my thigh, all the way to my hip. When he got to his feet, he pushed me onto the bed. After taking a second to undress, he crawled over me, but I held him back so I could admire his naked body. He leaned back on his heels, which gave me the most extraordinary view.

“Maybe you’re the god here,” I said as I ran my gaze across every inch of him. Every glorious fucking inch.

A smile broke through the lust that dominated his expression. “Careful, Amir. Some would call that blasphemy.”

“Then they can strike me down, because I’m not taking it back.”

Sitting up, I gripped either side of his waist and kissed his ribs. I decided to try his method and trailed my tongue in the space between them, tasting his skin. I continued to his sternum, listening to the way his breaths became erratic. My hands slid down until I reached his hips, then explored further back. I dug my fingers into his ass and spread him open as my lips found his nipple.

“What do you like?” I murmured.

“Figure it out.”

My teeth applied pressure, and he tightened his grip on my shoulders, but he didn’t push me away. When I sucked his nipple into my mouth, he moved his hands into my hair and kept me exactly where I was. Shifting my fingers, I followed the warmth of his ass.

“Is this okay?”

He hummed, so I continued. As if to encourage me, he arched his hips backward. Once I touched his asshole, my heart pumped an irregular beat, and I paused as I tried to keep my breaths steady.

“Don’t be such an amateur,” Remi teased. “Give me your hand.”

As soon as I held it in front of me, he released a stream of spit onto my fingers. I gasped when he sucked them both into his mouth, then deep-throated them. My dick throbbed from watching him, but also from the implication behind it.

He released me, then pressed his mouth against mine. His lips were still wet, reminding me of what he wanted me to do. Returning to his ass, I tentatively spread his saliva around his hole. He pushed his hips back and took the tip of my finger inside him.