Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Scar rolled his hips and followed the angle that guided him to the spot that made stars spark behind his eyelids.
He met Scar on the next thrust, lifting his ass to take more.
“Damn, look at you,” Scar grunted, bottoming out. “Fuck.”
Knowing he was pleasing his husband made what already felt so good feel ten times better…and made him braver.
He rose up on his hands and knees and started pushing back harder, faster, chasing that feeling that was building deep inside.
“Shit, fuck, Gage,” Scar hissed, gripping his waist and hanging on tight.
It only took his husband a second to realize he had better give him what he wanted, or else he would take it.
The erotic slap of skin made him light up, every nerve blazing awake.
Scar reached under him, wrapped his rough hand around his cock, and started stroking at the same pace he was rocking into him.
The combined assault shattered him.
His body seized as his orgasm overtook every sense, his hole squeezing around Scar’s cock, his cum spilling hot and thick onto the sheet and over Scar’s fingers.
Scar cursed and buried himself inside, cock pulsing a second before waves of warmth spread through him.
It was a sensation he couldn’t describe with words.
He wanted to do it again already—all night.
Scar dropped onto his back, panting against his neck.
He slowly pulled out, collapsed beside him, and immediately folded him in his arms.
His heart was still full and pounding as Scar pressed lazy kisses behind his ear, mumbling words and curses he couldn’t quite make out.
He smiled against Scar’s chest.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
He lay there for almost an hour, reflecting on that, and his life going forward, knowing it’d be filled with purpose and love.
So much love.
Scar was asleep when he turned over, climbed on top of him, and started kissing his slack mouth.
Scar squeezed his ass, humming tiredly.
“Again,” Gage whispered.
Scar gave him a lazy smile. “What have I created?”
Gage ground his stiff cock on top of Scar’s, that’d already begun to harden.
They didn’t leave the apartment for four days.
He and Scar made love all day, only breaking to scarf down meals, shower—which inevitably turned into heated blowjobs—or snag a couple hours of sleep.
They lounged naked on the couch, trading lazy kisses and stories about their lives growing up.
Scar cooked once, that resulted in a disgusting mess, so they ended up eating takeout or having meals from their chefs sent up.
Sometimes they put on music and swayed together barefoot on the terrace.
Hours would slip past unnoticed.
Sometimes they curled up under a blanket and watched movies, Scar narrating the scenes while he laughed and tried to visualize what he was bumbling to describe.
Other afternoons were quieter.
He would sit cross-legged on the couch with his Braille Bible open, Scar stretched out beside him with his head in his lap as he read softly to him, while combing his fingers through his feathery locks.
He shared the stories that’d carried him through the darkest parts of his life—the Sermon on the Mount, Daniel in the lion’s den, the prodigal son, and one’s of courageous men who’d remained strong when life tested them.
He loved the way Scar listened while he traced delicate patterns over his thighs, sometimes asking questions, sometimes just absorbing the details.
No one interrupted their stay-in honeymoon. For a few sacred days it was all about them…and their love.
The world wouldn’t be healed overnight, missions could wait.
White Ravens
Gage
The elevator hadn’t even begun to descend, and Scar already had him pushed against the mirrored wall, arms tight around his waist.
“Hey,” Scar whispered, dragging his lips across Gage’s throat, up to his ear. “You’re my husband.”
“Yes, I am,” he answered softly.
Gage felt high. His body was still languid from days spent tangled in the sheets, exploring, learning, surrendering, and being sexed to exhaustion.
If this was what the world had been losing its mind over since the beginning of time, he understood now.
He wasn’t ashamed to be addicted to it.
Their mouths met with more passion. It didn’t take much to tip Gage over the edge, never did.
Scar pressed in harder and canted his hips as he slid his hands lower.
“Don’t start something you’re not willing to finish,” he warned with a teasing smile.
Scar huffed against his mouth. “You’re insatiable.”
“It’s your fault.”
They were still kissing when the elevator chimed.
Without breaking contact, Gage lifted his hand and slipped the elastic from Scar’s hair. The bun unraveled, and the thick, soft strands spilled down and over his shoulders.
“Dammit, Gage. I don’t want it down.”
“I do,” he fussed, combing his fingers through it. “Leave it.”
“No,” Scar growled. “Either it’s up, or I’m cutting it off.”
“You cut it,” Gage replied calmly, “and I’m cutting something else off.”
Scar scoffed. “You wouldn’t last one night.”
The elevator doors slid open.
“Gosh,” Scar’s assistant said dryly. “How do y’all sound like an old married couple already, and it hasn’t even been two weeks?”