Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“I want you so deep inside me until I lose my mind, Brian. I want… I need you, all of you, unguarded. I want to make you crazy for me. I want you to find your peace inside of me until you crave it; while I live on your every quiet moan, and every sharp breath you take. All night, I want you to make me feel safe in your arms. Then in the morning, when I wake up with my body still pinned under yours…” Sway pressed himself so tightly against Brian and held him with more strength than he’d known his sweet nurse possessed. And, it immediately shifted the floor safely beneath him. “In the morning, I want you to do it all over again… then again… and again. I’ll never get enough.”
Sway’s fingers roamed over his scratchy stubble, up his relaxing jaw, to his eyes. “Look at me. My dark hunter.”
Brian’s chest rumbled as he slowly opened his eyes, his breathing evening out. All signs of a panic attack receding. The things this man did to him were insane. Not only to Brian’s body but his mind. Sway was in his head already. Brian inhaled and softly released a hungry breath inside Sway’s mouth. He was prepared for this.
“I’ve thought about this every night. You back inside me.” Sway slowly grazed his finger down the side of Brian’s face, then turned and pulled aside the comforter and sheet. With sure hands, Sway slowly began to remove his T-shirt. “I’m yours,” he whispered.
Brian watched Sway remove his clothes in a loving, affectionate way. His movements were sensual as he reached over and let the flimsy cotton garment fall. His chest was gorgeous. Slim, with definition, and pretty light brown nipples that were already hard and begging to be bitten. There wasn’t a single tattoo anywhere. Just untarnished, smooth skin, with only a couple of small, silken patches of golden hair in the center of his chest and on his lower abdomen. A fit physique and not a hint of femininity. He loved how caring and strong Sway could be all at the same time.
“I can tell you like what you see,” Sway murmured through his thick lust.
Fuck yeah, baby, I do. Brian wasn’t shy as he stared. Sway stood in front of him with his eyes lowered and pulled the drawstring on his pants. When the elastic was slack enough, Sway let them fall in a pile to his bare feet. All while Brian watched with fascination.
He hated he had to hear it, but was glad Sway was willing to reassure him nonetheless. Brian needed to know that Sway wouldn’t freak out at the intensity of their love-making. From what he’d just heard from Sway’s own mouth, it didn’t sound like he was going anywhere. Now, he could concentrate on giving Sway what he needed. Him.
Brian stepped away from Sway’s naked body, from all those willing touches, pleased at the longing he immediately saw when he was out of reach. ‘Get on the bed,’ he mouthed.
An excited, sexy leer stretched across Sway’s mouth. He inched back until the covers were pushed down to his ankles and he was propped up on the pillows. He looked ready for his own show. Brian made sure to flex his biceps when he removed his tank top, noticing Sway’s cock jump when he balled it up and threw it to the side. He had thick black hair on his chest and Sway seemed to feast on it for several moments before those bedroom eyes met his again. Next, he unbuckled his leather belt and his pants, all while watching Sway. He pushed his pants down his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, letting his erection spring up and slap his stomach.
“Get in the bed, Brian,” Sway ordered desperately.
Brian glared at him, stroking his cock with one hand, he signed with the other. “You’re not in charge, sweetbaby.”
Sway arched, his lightly furred thighs parting and giving Brian an evil tease of the paradise that awaited him, and his composure shattered. He needed supplies, now… he needed inside his heaven…now! Brian turned, his dick swinging between his thighs, his balls as heavy as kettlebells. At his black oak armoire, he yanked open the top drawer searching for that unopened box of condoms that’d been in there for five weeks. It wasn’t until he had his back to Sway again that he felt eyes blazing over his healed scars. It was frightening how he’d protected that side of himself from everyone—sometimes unconsciously—for years, but with Sway, he found himself forgetting about them. Like now.
When Brian turned, Sway’s chest was heaving as if he’d just sprinted the fifty-yard dash and was sweating just the same. His forehead glistened, and his eyes flashed with too many emotions for Brian to keep up with, but he saw want and he saw appreciation. Then Brian’s eyes traveled to Sway’s cock that was so damn burgundy and hard it looked painful. A clear line of liquid trickled from the tip of his cock to his clenched stomach and as Brian narrowed his eyes, even more pooled up on the ruddy head. Sway seemed ready to combust. All over what he saw. What he saw when he viewed Brian in all his glory. He saw the man he wanted to be with. His eyes glazed as if he saw someone amazing and beautiful on the inside… as well as out.