Free Lord Loxley's Lover by Katherine Marlowe Page A

received it at once. Mr. Rochester swallowed his moans, pressing forward fully until they were sealed together, bodies entangled. He paused there, breaking the kiss and drawing back just enough to study Fitz’s gray eyes.
    Heart thudding at how complete he felt with Miles within him, Fitz’s lips parted with intent to confess his new certainty that he loved Miles Rochester and always had, but the words caught in his throat, not sure that Miles would believe him, and knowing that it might interfere with the particular misapprehension that had led to their current situation. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing his partner once again and expressing his need and affection through their contact, the way he always had.
    Miles moved within him, holding Fitz’s hips in place and keeping his strokes slow and deep as they kissed and Fitz adjusted to the feeling of Miles spreading him open and filling him.
    “Are you going to let me come now,” Fitz asked against Miles’ lips, “or must I wait until you’ve had your satisfaction of me?”
    “Touch yourself,” Miles commanded, and then darted his tongue out against Fitz’s lips to tease him. “I would fain feel you around me as you spend yourself.”
    Flicking his tongue against Miles’ in return, Fitz complied promptly. His hand stroked over his length with firm motions that matched Miles’ pace within him, wanting to delay the end of their union but also driven by his body’s need for pleasure. Filled and ravished, Fitz’s breath came in quick gasps against Miles’ lips, body quivering as he began to come.
    Miles groaned as Fitz clenched around him, continuing to drive his cock deep into Fitz’s body until the orgasm had passed and Fitz was panting and pliant in his arms. Then Miles settled against him, keeping him pinned against the shelves and remaining still to give his partner a moment to recover.
    “Keep on,” Fitz insisted, which made Miles grin and kiss him.
    “I will.” Miles promised, nuzzling at him. “Soon enough. When you feel you can stand, I’m going to turn you about so I can fuck you harder.”
    Fitz groaned with desire at that, getting distracted with a few more kisses until Miles nudged him and started to untangle them. Getting his feet on the ground, Fitz only wobbled slightly as he turned, bracing himself against the shelves and arching his back to present his ass.
    There was no hesitation before Miles grabbed his hips and slid straight in to the hilt. The new angle allowed him to go deeper and Fitz gasped at the feeling of it.
    Leaning forward with his chest against Fitz’s back, Miles put his hands over Fitz’s where they braced against the bookshelf, murmuring low in his ear. “If you wish me to slow my pace, you will splay your fingers as signal, do you understand?”
    Fitz nodded, splaying his fingers briefly beneath Miles’ in order to demonstrate, glad that Miles remembered to accommodate for the fact that Fitz couldn’t always manage to communicate using words, a difficulty that often heightened when their coupling became intense.
    Miles moved his hands back to Fitz’s waist, drawing back and slamming his hips forward, earning another gasp.
    Widening his stance slightly for better stability, Fitz focused on bracing himself against the shelves as Miles started rutting hard and fast into him, the way Miles loved it. It had been a long time since Fitz had been shagged properly, and he knew he was going to be sore tomorrow from Miles pounding into him, but he loved it far too much to complain.
    “You’re mine,” Miles rumbled in his ear, nipping briefly at Fitz’s shoulder.
    “Yes,” Fitz vowed, gasping at the rough, quick thrusts that pounded against his prostate, making him ache for more. “ Miles ,” he begged, forgetting again, and this time Miles didn’t correct him.
    He could hear the groans and catches in Miles’ breath that meant he was close, and then his lover spilled inside him, gasping Fitz’s name against his