Chapter 78

“I’ll go slow, okay?” Ian reassured him as he settled his weight on top of him, taking his legs and wrapping them loose around his waist. “Are you comfortable?”

Adam nodded. Ian’s eyes never left Adam’s face, watching him for any hint of discomfort as he eased in an inch at a time. He stopped halfway when Adam hissed between his teeth at the slight twinge of pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ian asked, panting, arms trembling.

“No. No, keep going. I’m fine.”

The initial discomfort was only a distant, annoying twinge. Instead, Adam concentrated on Ian’s expression. The way his eyes fluttered shut as he took his time slipping inside. Once there, he drew Adam close, settling on a slow, persistent rhythm, both soon sweaty and gasping for air as if all the oxygen had been drained from the room.

“Oh God, Adam,” Ian moaned, and Adam thought he might come from the pure need in his voice. “You’ve no idea how incredible you feel.”