LOGINDear Readers, This is not the end.
Blake's POV:I don't know what came over me exactly.Maybe it was the way he was still hovering above me with that unguarded smile sitting on his face like he'd forgotten to put his armor back on. Maybe it was the dim light catching the exhaustion in his eyes, the real kind, the kind that lives deeper than just physical tiredness. Maybe it was simply that after everything tonight I wanted to give something back.I pressed my palm gently against his chest and guided him down.He let me. That alone felt significant. Alex letting someone else move him, direct him, settle him somewhere without putting up resistance. He laid back against the mattress and looked up at the ceiling for a moment and I sat beside him just taking in the full picture of him at rest.Then I leaned down and started at his jaw.Just a kiss. Soft and unhurried. The same way he'd mapped my face earlier in the night, I took that same care now, pressing my lips to his cheekbone, his temple, the corner of his eye. He was
Blake's POV:Something was building in his thighs under my hands. A tension I recognized. His rhythm was losing its perfect evenness, getting more urgent, and his breathing above me had gone genuinely ragged.He was close.I felt it before he acknowledged it, felt it in the way his grip on my head tightened and his hips moved with less patience and more need. And something in me responded to that, some stubborn possessive part of me that had been quiet all night, that decided it wasn't done yet.I pulled back.His grip resisted for a second but I pulled again and he let me go, and I slid back and looked up at him and wrapped my hand around him before he could say a word."I am not done with you yet." My voice came out completely destroyed, rough and low and barely recognizable as mine. I didn't care.He looked down at me with something wild moving behind his eyes.And then the sounds started."Aahh."Just that. Just that one sound punching out of him as my hand moved, his head droppin
Blake's POV:He entered slow.That was the thing about Alex. Even in moments like this, even when everything about his energy was dominant and consuming and completely in charge, he did it slow. Like he wanted me to feel every single centimeter of it. Like rushing would mean missing something he had no intention of missing.My jaw stretched to accommodate him and my fingers immediately grabbed for his thighs, gripping the solid muscle there just to have something to hold onto. Something real. Something to anchor me while my entire world narrowed down to this one singular point of existence."Good boy." His voice came from above me, low and rough around the edges. His grip in my hair tightened by a fraction. "Just like that. Keep breathing."Easier said than done.He pushed deeper and my throat protested and my eyes watered and I held his thighs harder and breathed through my nose and just took it. All of it. Because this was Alex and somewhere between the wall and the bed and everythi
Blake's POV:"Oof, Lex—"Whatever word I was reaching for dissolved completely. My legs gave out the way I knew they would, the way I'd been fighting against for the last however many minutes, and his arms caught me before I could embarrass myself entirely. No hesitation. Like he'd been expecting it."Let me lift you on my back," he said, already moving, already turning, and then the floor was gone and I was draped across his back with my legs hanging loose and my cheek resting against the warm skin of his shoulder. He carried me like I weighed nothing worth mentioning. My feet dangled somewhere near the floor and I had absolutely no dignity left to protect so I didn't bother trying.He crossed the room and set me down on the edge of the bed with the same calm efficiency he did everything else. Gentle enough. Deliberate enough.Then he stepped back and I actually looked at him for the first time since this whole thing began.He was in shorts only. Just that. And the dim light in the r
Blake's POV:I was still somewhere inside my own head when his hands moved again.That familiar grip returned to my waist belt and this time there was no pause, no warning, no moment to brace. He worked the buckle open with the kind of easy confidence that suggested he'd been planning this exact sequence of events for longer than I'd care to think about. The leather slid loose and he looked up at me once, briefly, with something dark sitting comfortable behind his eyes."I didn't like how you chose to wear tight jeans when visiting Aaran."His voice was conversational. Calm. Like he was making an observation about the weather rather than standing there with my belt hanging open in his hands."Now," he continued, fingers finding my zipper without looking down, "you'll feel the pain on your joystick to wear anything tight for days."The zipper went down.And then my jeans went with it, and my briefs followed in the same motion, and the cold air of the room hit my skin all at once and I
Blake's POV:His knuckles rested against the leather, unhurried and knowing. Not moving. Just resting there like he wanted me to feel it. To understand exactly where this was going.My breath hitched so hard it must have been audible.And through the haze of the kiss, I felt him smile against my mouth.His lips barely left mine when he spoke."Trust me." The words came out low, pressed right against my mouth so close his lips brushed mine with every syllable. "You are going to remember this night forever." A pause. Another slow brush. "I'll claim you tonight as mine." His breath was warm against my skin. "Only mine."The word landed somewhere deep in my chest and just sat there."But you wanted me to stay away." The words came out before I could stop them. Quiet. A little wrecked. Because it was true he'd said it himself, not long ago, and now he was here with his hands on me and his mouth making me forget my own name.He pulled back just enough to look at me. That dark, unbothered ga







