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Vincent s bedchamber dressed in only brown trousers and a white shirt, the collar
open and exposing his throat. No shoes, no waistcoat, not even his spectacles. The
untidy waves of his dark hair framed his face. An erection tented the placket of his
trousers. Oliver flexed his hands at his sides but otherwise stood perfectly still, his
full attention fixed on Vincent and his eyes filled with undeniable love.
The most beautiful sight Vincent had ever beheld.
He took a moment to savor it; then the impatience that had built over the past
hour got the better of him.
His arms shot out to tug the shirt from Oliver s trousers and whisk it over his
head, not caring in the slightest where it landed. A quick tug on the placket and he
shoved the man s trousers down his slim hips. His erection sprung free, jutting from
his body.
A shiver racked Oliver. A shiver that Vincent knew had nothing to do with the
temperature of the room.
Oliver s agile tongue darted out to swipe across his full bottom lip. Unable to
resist, Vincent gripped the back of Oliver s skull and drew him in for a kiss. Slanted
his lips over Oliver s, swept his tongue into his mouth, drank up his sigh. Oliver
sagged against him, his body pliant and willing in his arms.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss. With his fingers still gripping Oliver s hair,
he stared down at his lover. The quick pants of the man s breaths fanned Vincent s
lips. But I would like you better in my bed.
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A moan shook Oliver s throat. Yes. Please.
Need shot through him. Without giving it a moment s thought, Vincent
grabbed Oliver by the waist and tossed him on the bed. With a faint little sound of
surprise, Oliver landed in the center of the mattress, his prick slapping his stomach,
the ropes beneath creaking in protest of the abrupt movement. Oliver pushed his
hair from his eyes, then went still, his dark, fathomless gaze pinned on Vincent.
Vincent unclenched his hands at his sides and took a moment to rein in the
almost unstoppable impulse to leap onto the bed. To cover Oliver. To have the man
beneath him.
But that wouldn t do at all. At least not yet.
He had, in essence, issued a challenge to Oliver in the study. Far be it for him
to not see it through, and he was quite looking forward to testing the limits of
Oliver s ability to remain quiet.
When he felt somewhat in control, he crossed to the side of the bed. The fire
from the hearth just reached the mattress. The soft golden light played happily
across Oliver s bare skin, highlighting sleek, compact muscles and the glistening
drop of fluid beaded on the head of his hard cock.
His lover was exactly where he belonged. In his bed.
The last lingering thread of fear finally vanished, leaving only lust and need
and pure, true love.
Oliver was his. Would remain his always. Just as Vincent would always
remain Oliver s.
Love you, he whispered, forcing the words past his suddenly constricted
throat.
Love you too.
His heart swelled, nearly filling his entire chest. He couldn t stop a mirror of
Oliver s content smile from curving his lips. Then he let the haughty mask fall over
his features. Now be a good boy and raise your arms over your head.
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A full-body tremor shook Oliver. Another swipe of his tongue over his bottom
lip, then he did as Vincent bid, lifting his arms over his head without a trace of
hesitation. With one hand clasped around his other wrist, he laid his body out for
Vincent in a silent offering.
Intent on giving Oliver everything he desired, Vincent remained where he
stood. Let the anticipation build. The fire behind him warmed his back, but it had
nothing on the lust drumming through his veins, heating his skin. Oliver s nipples
had hardened into tight buds that seemed to scream for Vincent s attention. He
watched as a bead of fluid dropped from the tip of Oliver s prick, landing on his flat
abdomen. He would get to that soon enough, but first&
He tugged on the belt of his dressing gown, shrugged his shoulders, and let the
garment slip from his arms. Leaving the dressing gown pooled on the floorboards,
he placed a knee on the bed.
The creak of the ropes beneath the mattress cut through the silence,
unnaturally loud. He fought to keep the wince from crossing his features. He swore
his bed wasn t normally so noisy, but it wasn t as if he had ever shared it with
another or had reason before to be concerned about the creak of ropes. So much for
any plans to pound Oliver into the bed tonight. Fortunately he didn t need brute
strength to keep Oliver on the cusp of a climax for hours.
Moving slowly, he made his way up Oliver s body. The man immediately
spread his legs, knees coming up to bracket Vincent s hips in undeniable welcome.
His eyes drifted shut as his chin tipped up, exposing the lines of his throat and the
rapid beat of his pulse, in a glorious display of willing submission.
Crouched over Oliver, Vincent bent his head and pressed a reverent kiss to his
lover s throat. Then worked his way down: the delicate hollow at the base of his
throat, the curve of his collar bone, and directly over his heart. Each press of lips to
skin light and delicate, containing not a trace of the desire clamoring within him to
be set free.
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Remember. Quiet, he whispered against Oliver s flawless chest. Head bowed,
he felt Oliver s nod in the trace movement of the mattress. And don t move. Nor are
you allowed to climax until my cock s buried in your arse.
The absolute lack of movement of the man beneath him, down to the chest that
had gone momentarily still, was akin to a sweetly sighed yes, milord.
Reassured Oliver would try his best to do exactly as Vincent bid, he captured
one nipple between his teeth and began to torment Oliver. He tugged on the
sensitive tip, sucked hard, plied it with his tongue, then shifted to the other and
lavished it with attention.
Oliver s quickening pants filled his ears, the slight hiss behind each breath a
telltale sign his lover had clenched his teeth in his fight to hold back his pleas for
more. Vincent pushed harder, determined to take him right to the edge and hold
him there. To make it a night the man would never forget.
He dragged his lips down Oliver s chest. Deftly avoiding the man s prick, he
lapped up the proof of Oliver s desire from his lower abdomen, felt the taut muscles
quiver beneath his tongue. Then Vincent rocked back onto his knees, splayed his
hands over Oliver s inner thighs, and pushed.
Oliver instantly yielded, bringing his knees up to his chest and putting his
ballocks on display. An invitation Vincent could not refuse.
He dropped down, drew one testicle into his mouth, and gently sucked. Oliver s
breaths hitched, the muscles beneath Vincent s hands tight as an archer s bow. The
musky scent of Oliver s arousal poured off him. Yet still, not one threadbare
whimper passed his lover s obedient lips.
Pulling free with a crude, wet sound that seemed to smack against Vincent s
aching erection, he cupped the round globes of Oliver s arse and lifted his hips from
the bed, fully exposing that tight, perfect hole. The muscles there briefly contracted,
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