Beron's fingers dug ruthlessly into the bare, red-marked skin of Holino's behind, his chest expanding as he forced his ragged breathing down into a dominant cadence. He looked down at the younger Ford brother straddling his lap, whose eyes were dark with an unbridled, desperate lust.
"I'm not doing this raw," Beron growled. His jaw set into a hard line as he held Holino's hips firmly in check. "I need to put a barrier between us, less you end up pregnant from this. I am not ready to father a child with a manipulative piece of shit like you."
Holino let out a laugh, his head tilting back as his shoulders shook with amusement despite the ache coiling in his loins. His fingers clawed into the fabric of Beron's blazer, pulling the older man closer until their lips almost touched again.
