Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Fuckin’ kiss me already.
Mirage nodded at the unspoken order, his eyelashes fluttering, his full lips curving into a soft smile, as he kept them suspended in that moment…hanging over the edge of delirium.
Grace’s dick was stone, and his balls throbbed for a different kind of release. One that didn’t involve his right hand.
He didn’t know when he’d wrapped his arms around Mirage’s waist or when his hands had balled the fabric of his hoodie in a tight grip.
Mirage leaned in and tentatively touched his mouth to his, gentler than a warrior of his caliber should possess the ability to be. And Grace allowed all logical thought to slip away.
Grace
They were lip to lip, nose to nose.
His cock responded like an adolescent’s first time getting some action.
Mirage’s breaths were as warm as his palms. Then he parted his lips just enough to drag the tip of his tongue along Grace’s bottom lip.
A gesture so sexy that it changed everything he felt about their connection.
The almost violent rush of revelation—that he’d never truly lived until now—made his head swim.
Mirage licked his way inside, all slow and sweet, until he found Grace’s hesitant tongue and coaxed it out to play.
Grace was a rookie at this game, but it didn’t stop him from joining in.
This kiss was intense and feverish.
An urge of possession and desperation came over Grace that made him clutch Mirage harder.
Mirage sucked his tongue like he wanted to get drunk from the brandy Grace had been drinking.
He groaned, loud and embarrassing, before he could stop it, and Mirage kicked their kissing into another gear as he shoved Grace until his back was pressed against the window.
Mirage wove his hands beneath Grace’s button-up shirt. He could feel Mirage’s pounding pulse through his palms.
Heat sizzled in his veins when Mirage found his already stiff nipples and circled them with the rough pads of his thumbs in a way that made Grace sway.
Mirage bowed his head and licked Grace’s Adam’s apple, then sucked on his throat, his moans of pleasure vibrating against Grace’s skin.
Oh God, oh God.
He was a second away from releasing an orgasm he was certain would take him to his knees.
“Yes, Grace.” Mirage rocked his hardness against his upper thigh. “I need…”
This was all too much.
Grace’s body went passive, boneless.
He dropped his arms to his sides, and his head fell back as Mirage took over.
Grace was no competition for Mirage’s skill, and his placid body language whispered that he didn’t want to be.
Mirage pinched his nipples hard enough to send a kilowatt of electricity streaking to his balls.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” Grace growled inside Mirage’s mouth.
Mirage took him by the hand and dragged him down the hall to his bedroom.
Neither bothered with turning on a lamp. The darkness was fine with their enhanced vision.
Grace sprawled on his bed while Mirage knelt between his spread thighs.
He stared into his partner’s hooded eyes as Mirage pulled his sweatshirt over his head, then his T-shirt. His pants and boxer briefs were last.
Mirage was naked, warm, honey-pale skin over a body so fucking toned it was impossible for Grace to look away.
Once he saw how hard Mirage was, his cock red and pulsing, he wasn’t shy when Mirage undressed him and found him in the same state.
Mirage laid over him, connecting them from head to toe, chest to chest, their naked flesh searing and slightly damp.
Grace thrust upward at the same time Mirage bore down. For someone so strong, Mirage’s touches were slow and sensual.
Grace’s orgasm was right there.
Yes, yes.
“It’s not just your mind that speaks to me, Grace,” Mirage whispered, grinding their cocks together. “Your body talks to me in a language only I understand.”
Grace was desperate and breathless until Mirage became his oxygen.
Every cell was ignited, his toes curled, and his balls tightened to the size of walnuts.
Grace didn’t only want Mirage. Want was a useless feeling. What he felt was carnal need.
“Mirage,” Grace moaned between clenched teeth.
Mirage was trembling, and his skin was flushed a faint red, his light eyes still studying him, always reading.
Mirage grunted into his mouth, moving his hips faster until Grace was seconds from shooting.
Unprepared, Mirage flipped him over in one fluid motion and thrust his thickness in the crease of Grace’s ass.
“This is where you want me, isn’t it, Grace? Right fucking here with my cock against your ass.” Mirage groaned against the rim of his ear. “Isn’t this why you keep me here?”
Shit, fuck, damn, fuck!
Grace felt busted because he did want Mirage right there all the time, for so many reasons other than protecting him.
And he was just now realizing it.
Mirage thrust deeper until his swollen head nudged Grace’s hole, then his balls, making him grow impossibly harder.
He was pumping into the bedding until Mirage slid his hand beneath him and Grace began fucking his rough palm.