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“Fuck, Leo,” he mumbles against me, clutching the back of my head as he takes control.

I like giving him the control. I like having him in charge. I like submitting to him. I don’t have to worry about anything when I’m with him. I’m thought of and protected in ways I didn’t think would ever be in the cards for me.

The kiss deepens, and our tongues fully intertwine. He tastes good. Hints of coffee and syrup still linger. It becomes hard to breathe the more intense the sexual tension between us becomes.

“You feel so fucking good under me.” He sucks in a few breaths. “Right where you belong. Right where I can take care of you.” Alaska dives in again, sweeping his tongue in my mouth, and I give him the same in return.

I grab at him, scratching my blunt nails down his back. The growl he emits vibrates down my throat and within my chest.

His fangs catch my bottom lip. Not enough to cut me, but enough to make me wish they had.

I arch my back, and the sluttiest moan to ever leave my mouth fills the room when our cocks rub against one another again.

Only this time, Alaska doesn’t stop moving. He continues to curl his hips, not fast or rushed, but in a testing, experimentally slow type of way.

I grip his shoulders on the next thrust, whimpering so hard I break the kiss. I’m unable to focus.

“You’re shaking. This okay?” He checks in again, pausing his movements.

“I’m shaking because you feel so fucking good.” And I don’t know what to do.

“Need to feel your skin.” His hands slip under my shirt, dragging up and down, sparks igniting with every brush of his fingers against my skin.

I sit up, lifting my arms, a silent gesture I hope he understands because there is no way I’m able to voice it.

He’s weakened my bones. He’s got an invisible grip on my vocal cords. I’m pliant. I’m willing. And I’ll do anything he wants me to do right now. I know I will.

His claws puncture through the material as he rips his own shirt from my head, tossing it to the side. He takes me in, really, takes me in. His palms roam my chest, his fire-blazing eyes leaving a path of heat across my flesh everywhere he looks.

“You are beautiful.”

I’ve never been praised before. I’ve only ever been called handsome or cute, but beautiful? Never. And by a man? Also never. I never thought I’d be fated to one either, yet here I am.

And I really love it when he calls me beautiful.

“I love your skin. So deep and golden. I feel like I’m touching a god.”

My stomach trembles when he brushes over a hot spot I have on my left lower ribcage. No one has ever found it before, and it isn’t something I’ve ever voiced.

But Alaska found it as if he knew where it’s been all along.

I gasp, my arms stretching out onto the bed, the sheets fisting in my hand.

“Here?” He brushes his calloused pad over the spot again, and my cock jerks.

If he were to feel me, I know I’d be soaked. I leak precome like a river when I’m highly aroused. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, though. Never like this. I’m only three strokes away from absolutely losing it, and I’m doing my best to last.

I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

He slides his finger back and forth, back and forth, learning how I react to every place he touches.

“Good to know.” He presses a kiss against my stomach, trailing his tongue down to nibble on my waistband. “One day,” he says, which has me a little relieved because I’m not sure if I’m ready to go that far right now.

“Soon,” I add, knowing that I won’t be able to wait too long.

“Hmm, very soon.” His lips drag up my body along with his hands, and he grabs at my chest, squeezing the muscle between his grasp.

I didn’t know that could feel good either. I’m starting to think I’ve never been explored, and Alaska is making sure he licks, kisses, and grabs every part he can see of me.