The scissoring motions and the widening of his innermost part only fueled the whirlwind of sensations burning him from within.
"Clyde, I—ahhh...."
It wasn't regret that coursed through him; rather, the sudden welling of tears in his crazed eyes served as a stark, unwelcome awakening.
In the midst of Clyde's forceful intimacy, Yves found himself confronted with a stark reminder of another, a man he had once considered a much bigger jerk than Clyde—Tristan.
"Don't try to run away now," Clyde hissed, his fingers abruptly withdrawing and inciting another gasp from Yves' trembling lips.
The Alpha seized the blond's arm, forcibly turning him around. With a commanding grip, Clyde lifted Yves' slender thigh, his other hand anchoring for the hardening length poised to enter.
The anticipation hung thick in the steam-laden air, as the tip of Clyde's cock teased Yves' quivering entrance.
