breathing.
“If you could see yourself, baby,” Morgan whispered. “If you
could see how you take me inside.”
Alexis could almost see it, through Morgan. It was in Morgan’s
eyes, in the way he greedily took in Alexis’s body, but always
returned to his face, as if hypnotized. Alexis felt like Morgan could read his mind and soul, and he found in surprise that he wasn’t afraid of it.
The heat between them increased to unbearable. Every thrust of
Morgan’s thick cocks hit Alexis’s prostate, driving him closer and
closer to his peak. Alexis was drunk on Morgan’s passion, drugged on
the lust and the pure, absolute desire.
For a few seconds, it looked like Morgan wanted to do something,
something Alexis couldn’t quite figure out. The moment passed and
Morgan thrust one last time inside Alexis. “Come,” he murmured in
Alexis’s ear. “Come on my cock.”
That voice was pure sex, and Alexis couldn’t have resisted the
command if he tried. Clutching his lover’s shoulders, he found his
peak, painting Morgan’s chest and his own with pearly streaks of
cum. Moments later, Morgan’s prick throbbed inside him and spurted,
filling him with hot spunk.
Alexis felt like his was drowning. His incubus senses were simply
overloaded by sensation, his own pleasure mingled with Morgan’s.
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He writhed in the throes of his climax, the ecstasy fulfilling a need beyond the most basic incubus one, a need Alexis didn’t even dare to
acknowledge. Lost in the whirlpool of nirvana, Alexis admitted that
for once, he felt complete, and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t hungry anymore.
As he finally started to descend from his orgasm, he found
Morgan staring down at him with a concerned look in his eyes. “You
okay?” the shark asked.
Alexis beamed at him. “Never better. Now come here and give me
a kiss.”
And Morgan had kissed him. That afternoon, that evening, and for
many days after that. They’d been inseparable, and Morgan had been
the only one who’d trusted Alexis when all evidence pointed to him
as a guilty party in Leiland Travers’s murder.
But now…Now things were different. Alexis absently reached for
the bandaged side of his face and wondered if he would ever feel that same passion again.
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Scarlet Hyacinth
Chapter Two
Morgan waited on the chair until he was absolutely certain his
lover had fallen asleep. He could read Alexis’s moods and saw the
exact moment when the younger man allowed whatever thoughts
passed through his mind to fall away. It offered Morgan little relief since he knew that, most likely, Alexis would wake from horrible
memories plaguing his dreams.
Morgan sighed and rubbed his eyes. Alexis’s pain tore Morgan’s
insides, more so since he knew how much Alexis relied on his looks.
The incubus had been taught the only thing of value was physical
beauty, and he’d been hurt to the core by the disfigurement. The mere recollection of the conversation between Alexis and his parents
infuriated Morgan. He’d never been a violent person, but now, he
wanted to tear something apart. He’d just contained himself because
he didn’t want to wake Alexis.
He himself admitted that the first thing that had drawn to Alexis
was his looks. It might have been superficial, but their chemistry was real and it had struck him from the very first moment he’d seen the
incubus. However, those first few hours spent in Alexis’s company
had told him that the beautiful façade hid an even more beautiful
person. There was innocence inside Alexis, a sort of hidden naiveté
born out of the fact that the incubus was unfamiliar with the world
outside his own kind. He seemed to relish in every small thing
Morgan did and said, and this simple charm was just as seductive as
Alexis’s more flirtatious behavior.
Their relationship was still so new when the entire skin-walker
fiasco had happened. Everyone had thought