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“I never asked for your kindness.”
He heaves his hips against me, and I feel the return of his hardness.
Dirty little pervert.
He moves suddenly, his hand shoves me away with force and decision, flipping the scene before I can react. I find myself sprawled on the bed while his gaze pierces me, his mouth descending slowly between my legs.
“Stop, do not—”
The sound breaks when I feel the heat of his tongue on the taut skin of my cock. His hands firmly grip my hips, locking me down, a cruel smile curves his lips as his eyes defy me.
“You are going to come so much faster for me, Lord Dorian,” he breathes. “I want to hear every groan, every tremor you give me.”
His mouth slides lower.
“A future Marquess…” His tongue circles the tip, “…with another man’s cock in his mouth.”
I seize the nape of his neck.
“Stop now, unless you want me deep in your throat, ruining that pretty mouth of yours.”
His tongue licks my length while his eyes never leave mine.
“Blyad—”
His mouth closes over me, he sucks with a cruelty that makes my bones vibrate. Hoarse groans break from my throat, my head falling back.
“God—your mouth is so warm inside,” my hips snap forward. “Do not you dare stop now.”
His hands move up, gripping my thighs, pulling me closer, deeper into him, while his mouth leaves no escape. The rhythm quickens, the pressure builds, cruel and irresistible.
Why is he so fucking good at this?
I have never wanted anything like this... so raw, hungry, devastating.
My body tenses, my mind empties, and as I feel the breaking point approach, his mouth tightens even more.
I have to stop him.
I grab his hair and pull him back, away from my pulsing cock.
The thin thread of saliva connecting me to his lips is the most poetic thing I’ve ever seen.
God, I’m going to finish just from watching him.
Evander catches his breath. “Don’t you like it?”
My eyes fall on his lips, glistening and wet. With his fingertips, he wipes the string of saliva from his mouth.
I’m damned.
I grab him decisively, pulling him up. He jolts, hands searching for an anchor, his ragged breath mingling with mine. I force him to sit on my chest.
“What the hell—”
I push him even higher, until he is sitting over my face.
“Dorian... don’t do anything foolish.”
