warhawke > Books: male-pov‎ (70)

Felix Darcey is exactly that. A dangerous animal behind bars. And I can’t help wanting to step inside his cage.

They’re just scars. Lots of people have them on the outside. Most of us have them on the inside. They tell our story whether we like it or not.

But now he realised it wasn’t death he was afraid of. It was pain. It was the threat of pain so excruciating, so unbearable, so unending, that death would seem like nothing but a promise cruelly withheld.

Seeing the glint of tears in his eyes, the trembling of his delicate fingers was the confirmation that God had sent Abaddon to Earth for him.

Being under men or serving them with his mouth had proven to be an unexpected thrill that was only made sour by the conditions in which it happened.

He has to know that what we’ve done together is wrong. I know it, myself.
But what I’m not saying, what I’ll continue clutching tight to my chest for as long as I can hold it, is that I still want it, regardless.

I thought for sure she was the one. I felt it in my bones. Now all I feel is remorse, because it wasn’t until ten seconds ago that I realized I’ve already moved on to another cycle.

Yev’s breath got shallower when he saw Radek’s cock bob and slap against the ginger trail under his navel. The delicious redness spilled from the boy’s face, down his neck and smooth chest as he tensed and bit his own lip in the effort of accepting the ball pushing at his hole.

For so many years, Adam had struggled with desires he didn’t dare speak of, but Emil had seen right through him and used that knowledge to unsettle Adam’s spiritual equilibrium as if it were a game.

I dropped to my knees and spread his cheeks apart, flicking my tongue along his tight hole. His breaths grew heavy and his pleas desperate.

“That’s it. This pretty peach is mine to fuck. How does it feel to know I’ll be driving my cock into you?”

There was something boyish about him sometimes, or unspoiled. He was already one of the most genuine souls I knew, and he liked the simple things in life. But right there, in his bed, he was all man.

“Either way, be careful with making demands around me, Ev, because I’m a control freak with a filthy imagination in bed.”

Some people are born to do great things, to leave a mark, to simply be great. And some people, like me…aren’t.

"Quietly, they walk among us, treading lightly but providing stability and influence because it’s second nature. The thing that’s so special about these people is that they don’t even know they’re doing it.”

When his hips begin to thrust wildly against me, I try not to lose my mind to the madness only he can create. He reaches between us to grip my dick, stroking in tandem with his thrusts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cope acts tough and like he has it all together, but I know the boy deep inside him. The insecure boy who never felt loved by his father. The boy who hides behind smirks and tattoos and nonchalance. But that boy hurts.