My Cold Magazine Prince
When I began to move, setting a rhythm that quickly grew from gentle to urgent, Xander responded with sounds I'd never heard from him before—soft, almost feline purrs of pleasure that drove me wild.
"More," he demanded, pushing back against me. "Harder, Asher."
I gripped his hips tighter, driving into him with abandon. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, skin against skin, breathless moans and whispered encouragements. When release finally claimed us both, it was with such intensity that I saw stars, collapsing beside him on the sweat-dampened sheets.
For long minutes, we lay there panting, our bodies still trembling with aftershocks. Xander's eyes were closed, his expression on
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