Page 166 of Ghost Ribbon

Marco shivered, a small whimper catching in his throat. I kissed the hinge of his jaw, then the soft skin just below his ear.

“I’m going to go slow,” I promised. “You tell me if anything hurts, even a little and I’ll stop. Okay?”

He nodded, voice already breathy. “Okay… just…please, Alexei.”

I reached down, guiding myself, and pressed the head of my cock against him. The first push was measured. I felt him open around me inch by inch, the tight heat of him swallowing me gradually. A low groan rumbled in my chest as I sank deeper, one hand still holding him open, the other stroking his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

“Fuck…,” I breathed. “This little hole was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

I kept going until I was fully seated, hips flush against his ass, buried to the hilt. I stayed still for a long moment, letting him adjust, kissing along his shoulder and the side of his neck while my hand continued to caress his face.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmured. “I’ve missed this. Missed being inside you. Missed the way you clench when I talk to you like this.”

Marco’s fingers found my forearm where it rested across his chest and held on. I started to move, gentle rolls of my hips at first, letting him feel every slide of my cock dragging in and out of him. The position kept us pressed together; every thrust rolled our bodies as one.

“That’s it… just like that,” I whispered. “Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good. You’re doing so well for me, baby. Taking every inch so sweetly.”

I slipped my hand down his stomach, wrapping my fingers loosely around his cock, stroking him in the same rhythm as my hips. The dual sensation made him moan louder, head tipping back against my shoulder.

“Alexei…ah—”

I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, still rocking into him. “Tell me,” I whispered against his skin. “Tell me how it feels.”

Marco’s breath hitched. His fingers tightened on my forearm. “It feels… good,” he managed. “So good. You’re so deep… I can feel all of you.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” I murmured. “You’re taking me so perfectly, Malyshka.”

I let my free hand roam, mapping every inch of him I could reach. Fingers trailed over the line of his collarbone, down the center of his chest, across the fragile curve of his ribs.

“I love every part of you.” I turned his chin just enough to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “God, this face. The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Those eyes. That mouth. The way you look at me.”

Marco whimpered, hips shifting back to meet me as best he could. “Alexei…”

“I’m right here,” I soothed, tightening my arm around him so our bodies stayed flush. “I’ve got you. Every inch of you is beautiful to me. The way your breath catches when I hit that spot just right. The little sounds you make when you’re trying to stay quiet. The way your body softens for me, trusts me, lets me in so deep. You’re doing so well,” I praised, kissing the side of his neck between words. “You’re perfect, Marco. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever held.”

His fingers tightened on my forearm as I angled my hips just right, dragging over that sensitive place inside him again and again.

I felt him start to tighten around me. “That’s it, Malyshka… let go for me. Come for me. Let me feel you.”

Marco’s whole body arched gently against mine. A wrecked cry left his lips as he came undone in my arms, spilling over my fingers while his body clenched sweetly around my cock. Only then did I let myself follow, burying my face in the curve of his neck as I came deep inside him. I stayed there afterward, arms wrapped tightly around his smaller frame while our breathing slowly evened out.

I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, then another to his temple.

“I love you.”

That sentence leaves my mouth every night, but I despise the word love when it comes to him. It reduces something ravenous to a handful of harmless letters. I would hollow myself out until there was nothing left but a place for him to exist. There has to be a darker word for that - one no language has been clever enough to invent.

Chapter 39 - Marco

I was fading.

I could feel myself drifting away from this world.

Things felt further away, as if I was stuck behind a window that was getting thicker and thicker.

I didn’t go to the academy anymore.

I hadn’t been in…..I didn’t know how long. Neither did Alexei.