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“Don’t you lecture me. You text me that my son is missing and then I show up to find you fucking him?”

“Technically,” Imre pointed out with a raised eyebrow, “we were quite finished fucking.”

Imre is killing me🤣 The father is about to have a heart attack and Imre is soo nanchalant😂😂😂

“Xav t’jo ilo.”
“You…you love me?”
“I have always loved you, in one way or another. It’s simply changed, as you have changed… It’s changed into something that consumes me, that demands I consume you. That is why we say ‘I eat your heart… I am wild inside for you, Luca. You’re driving me mad, and I’m so afraid of hurting you—but I don’t know how to let you go.”

Yesss😩🥺🥹😍

“No distractions,” Imre purred, nuzzling the curve of Luca’s ear, breaths rough and broken. “Nothing but this. I want you to feel me in you. Every moment of it, angyalka.”
“Ah—ah, Imre!”
“Ten.” Imre’s sigh was soft, contented, so deeply pleasured, erotic. “Stay with me, my angel.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me! Imre counting out loud the times Luca screams his name dring their first time🥵🫠🤭

“Imre,” he gasped. “Imre!”
“Shh, angyalka,” Imre soothed. Imre’s lips brushed over his, kissing him gently. “Do you love my name so dearly, to cry it so?” he whispered.

Ummm okay Imre🥵🫣😅🫠🫠🫠

“You kept it?” he whispered
His ring.
The ring he’d given Imre, when he’d promised I’ll always love you, Imre.
“You made it for me,” Imre said.
Imre gently lifted the ring out of the tissue paper, set the paper aside, and cupped the circlet of grass in his palm as if it were a fragile and precious thing. “I take promises, even wee promises, very seriously.”

“Angyalka.” Imre shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow and facing Luca; he curled his hand against the back of Luca’s neck, drawing him in to kiss his brow, cool fine skin against his lips. “Don’t you know you’ve been part of my heart for the past twenty years? There is no one whose memories are deeper engraved into me.”

😩😢😭🥺🥹🥹🫠