Forgotten Faces

Some call him the Angel of Death, but Caleb knows better. He doesn’t kill. He erases life. Centuries ago, the Higher Powers created him to walk the terrestrial plane, eradicating those from existence who have either earned punishment or asked for dissolution. No attachments, no commitments, no problems.<br><br>His latest assignment should have been as easy as the rest. But the second he gets invited into Leandro Warnell’s remote Alaskan cabin, Caleb knows something is different. It’s more than the overpowering physical attraction between them. It’s more than the inconsistencies that have plagued this assignment from the start.<br><br>It’s the mark Leandro wears over his heart, the symbol unique to Caleb’s body. Because the only way he could’ve got the tattoo is if Caleb had given it to him…and the man who’s collected memories for the last thousand years has no recollection ever meeting Leandro before ...

Vivien Dean · LGBT+

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48 Chs

Chapter 24

Leandro noticed. The teasing son of a bitch licked his lips.

“Not this time.” I lined the tip up with his pucker, letting it rest there for a moment as the muscles opened and closed, trying to pull me in. “You got to taste me once already.”

“And you loved every second of it.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

The anticipation was killing both of us. Grasping my cock behind the crown, I rubbed the fresh drops of pre-come around the perimeter of his hole. Once I started fucking him, I wouldn’t be able to stop, not until I’d emptied my balls inside him. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted to get there, but I also wanted to make this last. I wanted to savor each second I got with him. Which meant putting off penetration as long as possible.

That plan went out the window with Leandro’s next few words.

“Please, Caleb. I need you.”

A tremor rippled through me. Realigning my cock, I drove forward, forgetting niceties, forgetting gentleness, forgoing everything but satisfying what we both required.

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