Chapter 125

They lay together, panting, and Sam tried to pull his senses together but they were gone. He was gone. It was simply incredible. He felt Tristan pull out carefully and then brace himself with both hands on Sam’s back. He was breathing as heavily.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss his shoulder.

Sam shook his head and licked his lips. “No.”

He felt Tristan move away, and he came back with water and cloths. It took a gargantuan effort for Sam to move and clean himself, but when they were both done they slid back into bed, and Tristan resumed his position on Sam’s chest.

“Are you…” he began.

Sam squeezed him. “Tris, it was the best fuck of my life.” It was the truth. He had never experienced anything like it.

Tristan’s cheek that rested on his chest felt warm. “Oh. Well. There now. That’s good. Better than talking?”

Sam laughed softly. “Much better than talking.”

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