Page 104 of His Untoward Hate

“It’s not like this with other people?”

“No.”

“You won’t do this to anyone anymore, you promise?”

“I promise.”

“You won’t do this to anyone aside from me, you promise?” Jude repeated, needing to hear his reassurance.

“I fucking promise.”

“Only me?”

“Always.”

Sky never thought Jude had this wild side. It was new to him. But he liked it. So much. He loved their flirtatious exchanges. It turned him on even more. Every second, Sky’s dick pounding Jude had never gone dull. Sky was hitting him in a way that put him back on the mission. Sky felt like he wanted to release his sperm again right after he released multiple voluminous loads. He had never imagined to anyone that he would last long. Normally, he would last around ten or fifteen minutes with those club whores and campus virgins, but with Jude, he never thought that he would last more than two hours. Sky never felt exhausted or the need to rest for the next rounds. He was sweating excessively all over his body. But it was part of his potential. He did not know why he was so brisk. The lust he felt from the beginning of their sex never disappeared two hours later. Sky was very consistent with what he was doing, with the same passionate energy and drive, with a mission to impregnate Jude—until Jude said they needed to rest for the time being.

“Can we rest?” he said in the middle of Sky, hardly pounding him in a wheelbarrow position. “Ah, I feel like fainting,” he reasoned.

Sky tried to understand him. After all, he was still feverish and not in good condition. Sky just realized that. Sky would have continued longer, but his ass might need some rest, and Sky did not want to stretch him out.

“One last round before resting, okay?” Sky requested, wanting to empty his penis so he would be sane afterwards.

“Okay…” Jude agreed.

Although Jude wanted to do it more, too, it had been two hours, and his nerves might explode.

Everything was ecstasy and too damn perfect. There was no sliver of regret Sky could feel. In fact, the excitement he already had about the days that would go by was insurmountable. He could not wait to do it every day with Jude; his moans, his body, his intimate kisses, his tight ass that Sky was so proud of that he was the first and, of course, should be the last to penetrate. It was their oath to each other.

Jude’s ass was his.

Sky’s dick was his.

No one would. No one should ever dare touch Jude the way he did. Sky would never allow another man to lay a hand on him. The mere thought of Jude being with someone else filled him with uncontrollable rage.

Jude is mine. The thought echoed through his mind like a vow. Any man reckless enough to touch Jude would be signing his own death warrant in hell. Sky would willingly sacrifice everything for him without hesitation.

“I love you…” Sky whispered into his ear as they cuddled together afterward. “I love you so much.”

Sky wished Jude could hear him speak the words again. However, he was already sleeping in his arms. In the morning, he would say those words over and over again until Jude would get used to them. He would no longer be afraid to express it, even if Jude would not respond. He would not restrain himself anymore. He simply wanted Jude to know how much he loved him.

When Sky finally opened his eyes again, he could hardly believe it was already morning. Gentle and golden rays of sunlight infiltrated through the window, spilling across the bed and warming his bare skin. The storm had passed, and the sun was finally out. He hoped it was the beginning of something better.

Perhaps he had slept so deeply because exhaustion had finally caught up with him after the past few sleepless days. Perhaps it was the swirling fatigue from the previous night. Perhaps it was simply because Jude had spent the entire night safely tucked within his arms.

Whatever the reason was, one thing was certain—he had slept better than he had in a very long time.

Sky tightened his embrace, savoring the familiar softness against him. The comforting sensation wrapped around him for a moment before a sudden realization jolted him awake. His eyes snapped open. The warmth nestled in his arms was not Jude. It was a pillow.

Sky immediately pushed himself upright and scanned the room, but Jude was nowhere in sight. Panic instantly shot through him. He sprang out of bed, his pulse quickening. Only then did he realize he was still completely naked.

Sky’s gaze darted across the floor as he searched for his underwear, expecting to find it scattered among the clothes they had carelessly discarded the night before. Instead, he found everything neatly folded on the small table beside the bed. His black boxer sat on top of the pile, perfectly arranged with the rest of his clothes—that alone was enough to make his stomach twist. Then he noticed a piece of paper tucked beneath the folded fabric. His heart immediately lurched. The frantic pounding in his chest intensified as he stared at it. A heavy knot formed in his throat, making it difficult to swallow.

Sky desperately wished his instincts were wrong this time. He wanted to believe he was only overthinking. Everything had gone well between them. He was certain of it.

Jude had to be around.

He had to be.