Trevor's forehead pressed to his, sweat slick between them, his grin nothing short of wicked as his voice tore out hoarse: "Then take it. All of it."
The words burned straight through Lucas's chest, unraveling whatever scraps of composure he had left. His body arched up to meet each brutal thrust, his legs locking tight around Trevor's waist, dragging him deeper, harder, until every movement struck at nerves so raw he could barely think.
The knot pulsed thick inside him, swollen and unyielding, each drag and grind a stretch that bordered on unbearable. Pleasure blurred into pain, pain into pleasure, until Lucas couldn't separate the two, until all that spilled from his lips were broken cries that scraped raw against his throat.
