Dorian gave a yelp when Bull suddenly flipped him on the bed, and he landed on his knees with a bounce. Bull didn't waste time in sliding in, seated the whole way on the first stroke.

The slap of Bull's skin against Dorian's rear was obscene, and the feeling of Bull stretching him. The moan that left Dorian's lips was loud and unbidden. He dropped his head, chin resting against his chest. His legs shuddered.

"Maker, yes. Move. Please!"