11 ~ Reignited Flames and Tender Touches.

ANSEL’s POV

Gael's breath ghosted over my nipple, warm and teasing, before his tongue flicked out to lap at the sensitive peak.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed as pleasure shot straight to my groin.

My cock throbbed harder now, straining against the fabric of my pants, begging for attention.

But Gael took his time, his mouth closing around the bud with a gentle suck that pulled a low moan from my throat. “God, Ansel,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough with want. “You taste even better than I remember.”

His words sent a shiver through me, mixing with the...