Chapter 28
Don groaned and clutched him more tightly and fell into the brilliance too, release so profound he could do nothing but cling to Raine as it poured out of him and took him and flooded sheer rightness through him, body and soul.
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He fell down atop Raine in the aftermath, panting; he lay there for a moment. Raine’s arms went around him, eventually; they felt good, slim and strong and protective in turn. He buried his face in Raine’s neck, breathing in vanilla and spice and sweat, the heat of a Cupid’s skin and the scents of male pleasure. He did not feel like thinking, much.
A hand ran through his hair, calming, grounding. One of Raine’s legs was curled around his waist; Raine’s body was sticky and supple under his. Don shut his eyes, breathing.
Raine murmured something low and indistinguishable, affectionate-sounding but almost melancholy as well. Don thought this was probably important, and wanted to say something, but he was very tired.
He tried, though. “Raine…”