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The slick heat turns every pull seamless. I start pumping us in long, steady strokes, twisting just enough that the sensitive undersides drag together.

“Feel that?” I growl against his lips, eyes locked on his. “Just this. Just us. No pressure. I’ve got you, Levi. All night.”

“Fuck, Dante,” Levi says, his hand dropping over mine to help stroke us. His hips roll up, thrusting into the tight circle of our combined fist, panting wildly into my mouth.

“Want to come like this?”

Levi’s answering moan is raw. He fists a hand in my hair and kisses me open-mouthed while we stroke together.

I keep the rhythm tight and slick, feeling his shaft throb against mine.

“Dante, I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” I rasp against his mouth. “Come with me. Right now. Let me feel it.”

I tighten my grip and stroke faster, twisting over both heads on every upstroke. Levi’s whole body goes rigid. His back arches off the mattress, thighs trembling, and a cry rips out of him.

“Dante, ah, fuck.”

His cock jerks hard against mine, pulsing hot over our joined hands. I watch his face as his eyes squeeze shut, mouth open on a long, shaky moan as he comes, body twitching under my palm.

The sight of him so open and wrecked pushes me straight over the edge. My own orgasm crashes through me. I groan into his mouth as my cock throbs, heat spilling over our fingers and joining his. I keep stroking us through it, slowing the movement to a firm, gentle milk until the aftershocks fade.

Levi’s chest heaves, soft sounds spilling out of him as his hips give little involuntary jerks. His eyes open finally, staring up at me with an expression that is completely unguarded and stunned.

I slow my hand until I’m just holding us, both of us spent.

“My God,” he whispers, hoarse. “Dante.”

I pull him close again, both of us slick with sweat and breathing hard. “Still okay with this?” I whisper against his temple. “With me?”

Levi doesn’t answer with words at first. He leans over me this time and kisses me deep and tender, his lips soft and lingering. His fingers brush my hair back from my forehead with surprising gentleness, thumb tracing my cheekbone.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you,” he murmurs, eyes searching mine. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. This doesn’t seem real.”

“We’re real, Levi,” I tell him softly, cupping the back of his neck. “Don’t doubt it. Now come here and let me hold you.”

I pull him fully against me. For a while there’s just breathing—slow, shared inhales and exhales that gradually sync up. His leg slides heavy and warm over mine, anchoring us together as the sweat on our skin cools in the humid air. I lay my palm flat on his chest and feel the heart beneath it come down slow, beat by beat.

Chapter 45: Levi

I wake in the dark needing the bathroom, and for a moment I don’t know the room.

Then I remember where I am. In Dante’s bed with his arm slung heavy across me, his hand open and warm on my stomach.

I lift it off me an inch at a time. He doesn’t stir. I slide out from under the weight of him and stand, letting my eyes adjust. The air conditioning hums somewhere low in the walls and the sheets have gone cool.

In the bathroom, I glance in the mirror. My mouth’s slightly swollen. A mark is coming up on my hip where he sucked at it. I press it with two fingers. It aches, and I want it to.

He marked me.

Dante’s awake when I slide back under the sheet. His hand comes across the bed, closes around my wrist and pulls.

“Where did you go? I missed you.” He’s thick with sleep. He drags me in against him, mouth finding my jaw. “I need you, Levi. Touch me the way you wanted to fight a man over.”

I freeze over that.

All those days of keeping my hands folded up where they didn’t show. Every time I made myself not reach. And here he is handing it over to me.