Chapter 85
Ciel
Jack's hands roam over me like he owns every inch he touches, and maybe in that moment, he does. His hand around my cock is firm and steady, the rhythm unrelenting.
Every grind of his hips drags the cool metal of his piercing against my skin, and it's too much — blinding, sharp pleasure that leaves me half a heartbeat away from coming apart.
The thought slips through me, hot and reckless — how it would feel if I let himin. If I let the line blur a little more. If I wasn't stuck in my head.
Instead, I let the hunger thread itself through the sound Nolan makes above me. His hand tightens in my hair, and that grounding pressure sends a shiver down my spine. His hips jerk forward, shaky and desperate, and the tremors in his thighs tell me everything.
"Ciel," he gasps, voice breaking open. "Please."
