Forsaken (Protectors #4)

Eli

I stilled my hand when Mav shifted beneath my touch, but when he didn’t wake up, I continued letting my fingers trace one of the snake tattoos that ran the length of his back. When I’d seen them the first time, I hadn’t been sure how far past the waistband of his pants the tattoos went, but now that Mav was lying face down on the bed, the comforter kicked down past his ass, I had my answer. Each snake’s tail was curved around the globes of Mav’s gorgeous backside and like the tattoo on his chest, the artistry was so flawless that it looked like the snakes could come to life at any moment.

We’d both fallen asleep with the lights still on after Mav had finally been forced to withdraw from me so he could get rid of the condom. He’d ended up having to clean me up with a washcloth and maneuver me under the covers because I’d been completely useless after the earth-shattering orgasm that had left me utterly drained. Though I suspected much of that had had to do with the intense emotions I’d been dealing with as Mav had made love to me. I wasn’t sure if he saw what we’d done as making love, but it was the only way I could describe what had happened between us. I’d been fucked plenty of times and while I’d never enjoyed it, a couple of my customers had actually been gentle with me…one had even wh ispered that he loved me as he’d been fucking me. But I’d never been foolish enough to believe the act had anything to do with love. In my mind, fucking had always been about one guy using another to get off and nothing more. But what had happened between me and Mav…it was so much more than that.

It had to be. The things I’d seen in Mav’s eyes as we’d become one couldn’t be faked.