Chapter 91

Clark turned his head to whisper with tenderness and command, “It’s me, Daniel. Let go.”

And Daniel did.

The reminder that Clark was the one holding him—fucking him, taking him, loving him—pushed Daniel over so forcefully that he bit his lips open as his orgasm erupted from his body. It rammed Daniel’s breath from his lungs in a grunting, shocked cry of release. His come shot from him, and Daniel couldn’t stop the helpless note in each gasping breath as Clark rocked into his clenching body. Clark make a quiet sound that was a prelude to a high, sudden cry, as if Clark had held back every noise to focus on the final one. Clark clutched at Daniel as his body quaked, froze, rolled, and then finally let him up for air.