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to him.
    When James whimpered, shudders racing through his bent body, Bram slowly ended the kiss and pulled back, lips brushing over James', whispering low and sultry, “Love it when you tremble, baby, love it when you need me."
    Bram balanced upright on his knees and grabbed James’ thighs. He pushed them forward and exposed James’ firm, curved ass high in the air. James grunted and moaned, but Bram took his time, watching the small ring of muscle spasm and flutter as he stretched James’ cheeks apart with his fingers.
    "God, I love how your body begs.” Bram locked gazes with James, drinking in the sight of the other man, rumpled, panting, bound and bare, with a needy, fuck-me-now look in his eyes. Bram licked his lips and demanded, “Tell me what you want, Jamie, tell me what to do."
    James whimpered again and squirmed, shoving his ass higher in the air. The look on his face was almost desperate, but no words came out of his parted, inviting lips.
    "Still having trouble saying it, baby?” Bram kneaded and stroked the flesh under his hands, working his fingers tantalizingly close to the sensitive opening to James’ body. “Come on, you can say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."
    Clenching his eyes, James threw his head back, turning his face into the fabric on his stretched and bound arms. His throat bared and trembling, his Adam's apple bobbed wildly with each convulsive swallow. His words only came out as low groans of need. Finally, James grimaced and shook his head.
    Stretching the flesh around James’ opening wider, Bram rubbed his rough hands over the tender skin, lust-filled gaze locked on James’ thrashing body, his eyes darting between his lover's contorted face and the fluttering, dusky ring inches from his lips.
    He loved it when James’ looked like this, vulnerable and sexy, trembling with need and desire, tongue-tied with a passion James couldn't express, wanton and wild under his hands, lithe, writhing body begging to be taken and claimed, explored and conquered. James was everything Bram wanted and needed—an equal mate in life and a responsive, ravenous lover behind closed doors.
    Another desperate moan from James caused Bram's arousal to soar. Leaking and hard, he rubbed his shaft over the enticing curve of James’ bent back, marking the smooth flesh with his scent. He slid the slippery head of his cock along the warm hollow of James’ spine, groaning with pleasure at the teasing friction.
    Hands spreading his lover wide open to his hungry gaze, Bram stared at James from between his trapped, bent legs, memorizing every detail of the man's appearance. He was entranced by the bunched, rumpled crispness of James’ white dress shirt, unbuttoned and gaping, the moonlight fading it to a luminous blue. The light heightened the deep sapphire shade of James’ eyes and accentuated his clean-shaven, pale skin. Locks of tangled curls lay plastered to James’ forehead, their disheveled strands dark with sweat. Eyes half-lidded with a wanton stare, James’ mouth parted, his lips moving in a wordless plea.
    The musky smell of James’ pre-come teased at Bram's senses, mixing with the earthy scent of the puckered flesh under his hands, spurring on his desire. Bram dove forward, dragging the flat of his broad, wet tongue over the exposed, spread opening to James’ body, licking over the tight hole and up the thin strip of sensitive flesh behind James’ sac. James bucked and twisted in his grip, guttural, inarticulate noises escaping his throat.
    "Come on, baby.” Bram licked James’ ass again, his movements slow and firm. “Tell me what you want. Let me give you what you need.” He stabbed the tip of his tongue at the ring of muscle, flicking a few moist laps over its edges, then retreated. “Just tell me, baby, and I'll give you anything you want, everything you need."
    "Christ!” James groaned and shuddered under Bram's hands. “Bram!” He arched his back and pushed his spread