"Do not... it is too deep... Dominic... ah... I will tear... mm... be slower..."
Lucien was like a tiny, fragile boat tossed into a stormy ocean, only able to helplessly allow the towering waves of lust to crash down upon him wave after wave. His ten toes cramped up. His two hands clumsily searched for an anchor, ultimately scratching wildly onto the naked, firm shoulders and back of the man, leaving behind faint, red scratch marks.
But how could that tiny bit of pain compare to this overwhelming stimulation? Dominic felt the passionate clinging and sucking from the person beneath him; the corners of his lips curled into a wicked, satisfied smile. He leaned down, taking the young man's earlobe, which was as red as if bleeding, into his mouth, wildly thrusting his hips while murmuring: "How could you tear? Your inside is biting down tightly on me, craving me like this... Be good, clamp down on me a little more, do you understand?"
