Chapter 66

Sullivan licked his lips again. Fresh lust flared in his eyes, darkening them from their icy blue. “Please.”

It wasn’t just permission. It was a request, a yearning each had but Sullivan found the nerve to plead for.

He kissed Sullivan, then, his tongue tracing the fine seam of his husband’s mouth before slipping inside. No kiss had been as sweet as this one, not the first, not the last. This one held a special distinction, the contract sealed between them that each would spend the rest of their lives making the other as happy as possible. In that moment, Rafe wasn’t sure how he could surpass the right now, but if someone could find a way, it was Sullivan. Of that, he had no doubt.