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Saris felt so hot that
his very skinned burned. He ached. He just knew that the man leaning over
him could dampen the lava flowing through his veins. Saris knew that the
gorgeous man was the answer to every prayer he had ever uttered.
A sense of urgency drove
Saris. He wanted the man’s hands on him. He needed to feel Trajan’s hands move
over his flaming skin. Saris wiggled, trying to get his body closer to
Trajan’s.
He pushed the blanket down
to free his legs and wrapped one around Trajan’s hips. His hands pulled at the
black leather fabric separating him from the body he needed to be close to. He
groaned in frustration when he didn’t immediately feel naked skin.
“Sari,” Trajan whispered
huskily, sending shivers of delight racing through him. He felt his pulse beat
wildly in his throat as Trajan stared intently down at him. Trajan’s large
hands framed Saris’s face and held it gently.
“Sari, we can’t.”
What? No!
Saris shook his head frantically. He pulled Trajan roughly, almost violently,
to him. Grabbing at Trajan with his arms and arching his body, he tried to get
closer to him, desperate for the feel of Trajan’s muscular body pressed
against his.
“Please!” Saris begged.
Saris felt Trajan’s arms
encircle him, holding him snuggly. He was pressed against the body he wanted
so much but not in the way he wanted. Trajan had his arms pinned to his sides.
His long legs were thrown over Saris’s pinning him to the bed. Saris couldn’t
move.
“Please, oh please,” Saris
pleaded. “I need—”
“Ssshhh, Sari,” Trajan
crooned. “I know you’re in pain right now, and as much as I would like to
accommodate you, I can’t. Your system is full of drugs. You don’t know what
you’re doing.”
Saris shook his head. “No,
I do know. I swear. If you’d just let me—”
Saris almost lost his mind
when he felt Trajan’s hands move down his back and over his hip. He was
positive he had never felt anything so good in his entire life. He tried to
push his body closer to the hand moving over him.
“Trajan, please.”
Soft lips pressed against
his forehead. Saris quickly tilted his head back, trying to capture those lips
with his. He needed so bad. He could feel the heat in his body moving faster,
almost as if he were heading towards an explosion. His heart raced. His body
trembled.
Saris felt desperate.
“Touch me, please, just touch me,” he begged. “I won’t ask for anything else.
I promise.”
The black eyes gazing down
at him told Saris that Trajan felt that same intense attraction that he did.
His broad shoulders heaved. Then, amazingly, Trajan nodded. Large hands moved
over Saris’s skin. His body tingled at the contact.
Any contact was welcome.
The mere whisper of Trajan’s breath on his cheek sent a shiver through Saris.
The brush of his long reddish blond hair along his neck made Saris crave more.
It was tantalizing, erotic, and it drove Saris crazy.
Saris couldn’t help crying
out, his body bucking, when Trajan’s fingers wrapped around his aching cock.
His touch, firm and persuasive, almost instantly had Saris begging for more as
his senses reeled.
He lay panting, his chest
heaving as the pressure in his body built. Saris gasped at the sweet agony as
waves of ecstasy throbbed through him. His world spun and careened on its
axis, spinning until he couldn’t see or feel anything but the man pleasuring
him.
“Ssshhh, Sari,” Trajan
whispered. “Just close your eyes and rest.”
Saris didn’t have the
energy to do anything else. He let his eyes drift close, savoring the euphoric
lethargy that seemed to sweep through his body. He felt Trajan settled him
back against the bed, blankets coming up to cover him from neck to toe.
He smiled, one lone hand
coming up to brush against Trajan’s chest. “Thank you,” he whispered as he
faded off to sleep, the soft swish of the door opening and closing the last
thing he heard before his dreams took him away.
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