LYLAHe’s gasping now, every inhale broken, wet, almost sobbing. His eyes are blown wide open, the icy blue gone hazy and fractured at the edges, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only goddamn thing holding him to this earth. His lips part in a soundless plea, and he’s begging, not even sure what for—release, maybe, or forgiveness, or just the touch of another body to prove he’s not alone in this hell.I lean in and bite his lower lip, enough to draw blood if he shifts wrong, and he shudders so hard I nearly lose my grip. Instead I tighten it, drag my hand up and down his shaft with a slow, savage certainty, until I feel him start to break beneath me. I keep my eyes on his face, because I want to see it—the split-second when the armor fails, when the control is gone and there’s nothing left but desperation.And there it is: his head tips b
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