Chapter 66
JULIAN POLE
I kept my eyes on Jace's, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest. The steam from the shower still clung to our skin, making everything feel slick and urgent. His hand on my chin was firm, but his gaze softened just enough to make my heart stutter.
"I want to touch you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "All of you. Like you do to me."
Months ago, he'd given me that prostate massage with his fingers deep inside me, pressing just right until I shattered. It was the first time I'd felt so exposed and so claimed. But now, I crave more. I wanted him to take me fully, to lose that iron control he always held. No holding back. Just us, raw and real.
Jace's jaw tightened, his dark eyes flickering with something dangerous. "Julian..." He growled my name like a warning, but his body betrayed him. His cock twitching against my thigh, already half-hard from the heat between us.
