RAYMOND’S POV

Marvelous’s words sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my cock. His deep voice vibrated against my chest as he held me close, our sweat-slick bodies pressed together. 

I could still taste him on my tongue, salty and thick, mixed with the musk of my own skin. My jaw ached, my throat felt raw and used, but my hole kept clenching around nothing, hungry for more. 

Three years without this kind of touch, and now every nerve in my body was screaming for him.

He kissed me again, slower this time, but no less possessive. His big hand gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through...