Chapter 166: You are mine.
Trevor thrived in this, above Lucas, inside him, owning every trembling breath that left his lips.
He was still riding his high, and God, he was riding it well.
Each thrust was precise, well-controlled, and deep enough to make Lucas cry. Trevor didn’t need to chase release, he was the chase. Every sound Lucas made, every flutter of muscle around his cock, and every desperate, glazed-over look thrown upward only fed the smug satisfaction pulsing under his skin.
Trevor shifted, adjusting his grip on Lucas’s hips, grinding in deeper, exactly where it hurt in that perfect way, and Lucas arched, crying out, eyes rolling back.
Trevor chuckled darkly, utterly pleased with himself. "What happened to all that attitude, huh?"
Lucas could only gasp, his voice wrecked. "F-fuck you—"
Trevor leaned down, teeth catching on his jaw, grinning. "Already am, sweetheart."
Another thrust. Deeper. Sharper. Enough to punch the air out of Lucas’s lungs.
"I tell you," Trevor murmured against his neck, "five minutes was me being nice. This? This is me repaying the favor."
Lucas was trembling violently now, undone and oversensitive, his thighs slick with release and sweat, chest heaving like he was drowning in him. His fingers clawed at Trevor’s back, barely keeping up with the pace Trevor was now building.
"I should have taken you apart the moment you straddled me," Trevor went on, his voice a rich, indulgent growl. "But no, I gave you a head start. Let you show off. Let you play."
Lucas could hardly breathe, his body taut, the bond between them pulsing like a live wire. His scent was everywhere, ripe with surrender, desperation, and need, coated over Trevor’s skin, in the sheets, and in him.