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182 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 23, 2019
He lifted a shaking hand and smoothed it over Xavier’s bald head. “I love you,” he croaked. “So fucking much.”
“I know.” Xavier smiled, and when his husband smiled that shit was just about as perfect as Dima figured things got for a man like him. “I love you, too.”
There was a special kind of humble that came with knowing someone loved you. They basically hand you their vulnerabilities and put you in control. It was a power not many were worthy of. Dima strove every day to be worthy of that trust Xavier put in him. To take care of his husband’s heart.
He pressed his lips together at the plea in Xavier’s voice. That was the thing about relationships, wasn’t it? You had to explain yourself. Take someone else’s feelings into consideration. All the time. Worry about them nonstop. Struggle to do the right thing and what was best, because for sure those fuckers weren’t always one and the same.
“Go on.” The grate of Xavier’s words pebbled Dima’s skin. His nipples, even his balls, tightened. “Tell me what we can’t.” The knife sank deeper into Dima’s flesh.
Blood rushed through his veins like a sprinter, thundering in his ears. The way he loved the man in front of him, the one with the knife to his throat and the most depraved promises in his eyes. The way Dima loved him
Dima Zhirkov on his back, need in his eyes, and tight sexual tension in every line of his tattooed body was the most beautiful sight. Xavier got to see it every day, every night, and still he had yet to get his fill.
Xavier’s arms tightened around him, his husband’s chin resting on the top of Dima’s head. No matter how hard they played, this was always his favorite thing, being in Xavier’s arms. It was the strongest, warmest embrace.
His sacred place.
All his.