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I can’t even deny it. My pulse is thrumming the closer he gets to me. His body shifts on top of mine, and my fingers move to the buttons on his shirt, slowly peeling the fabric from his chest.

“Are we touching now, my little Angel?”

“If you are then so am I,” I reply and then let my fingers drag down his chest, feeling the rough hair beneath my palms, his muscles flexing as he arches up further, giving me access to his abdomen and the waist of his pants. My fingers curl into the fabric around his waist and I tug, pulling him closer to me, further on top of my body.

I want him closer.

I’m so mad, but I want him near.

Mikhail’s chest heaves, long inhaled breaths in, only to be pushed out as I work his pants open, my hand sliding in and cupping his hard cock.

His nostrils flare, the tendons in his neck pushing out from his skin. I lean up and bite down on his throat, making him grunt, hiscock hardening in my hand. My tongue drags up his neck to his cheek and I arch upward, biting down on the lobe of his ear, his breath hitting my skin as he pushes closer. His chest is on mine, his hands curling around my back and holding me to him.

I want him naked and pressed up against me.

I want him to completely own me.

I let my hands drag up his back, and we hold each other—his body on mine, almost suffocating me, our hearts beating in tandem—until he finally pushes up and off of me. I make a sound to protest, but I watch as he shucks the rest of his clothes, fully exposing himself to me. He’s so fucking hot, I almost lose the ability to breathe.

“What do you think, sólnyshko? Do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” I breathe, and his lips curve up at the corners.

“Do you know what I thought about when I was stuck in that hole?”

“What?” I ask as he stalks over to me, his pupils blown out, his cock straining toward me.

“I regretted never kissing you properly.”

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MIKHAIL

Iwatch as Angel’s cheeks redden, his lips parting. I’m bracketing him fully now, my arms near his head, my chest hovering over his. I wonder if my admission has allowed him to open up, to give himself back to me.

“You really thought that?”

“Mmhmm.”

I settle my body against his, our bare cocks hard against each other’s, his legs twining around my thighs, his hands moving up into my hair, gently, so as not to hurt my already sensitive scalp.

“Mikhail,” he whispers, and his long eyelashes flutter. He’s so beautiful at this moment. I never thought I’d think that about another man, but for some reason, Angelo Costello has brought me right to the edge of insanity, and I’m eager for it.

“Can I, sólnyshko? Can I kiss you?”

He wets his lips, eyes dragging down to my mouth, and I can feel the tremble of eagerness through his entire body.

I want to spread his legs wide and sink into him, to feel him writhe beneath me. I want him to scream my name.

And I want to do all of it with my mouth on his. I want to taste him.

Angel lifts his head up slightly, his nose brushing against mine. He smells like sunlight and earth, like home. Like a home I forgot existed.

His lips brush against mine, a whisper, a flutter before he pulls away.

“You want me to give you everything, Mikhail, but I can’t.”

My body stiffens on top of his and our eyes meet.