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than anything Christian had ever felt when he’d touched himself that he was in awe of it. He got lost in the sensation— being in William’s arms, the sweet heat of his lips and tender tongue, the delight of their cocks rutting against each other between their bodies.
    That Christian could have a man like this, and not just any man, but William , a man more handsome, stronger, and more decent than any he’d ever known, seemed entirely unreal. As if, by all rights, the earth should cleave in two at the audacity of Christian daring to be so happy, daring to get so much.
    Then William, with a moan, removed one hand from Christian’s backside and pushed it between them, taking them both in his large hand.
    Christian threw back his head at the sensation of those strong, calloused fingers on his shaft, and the press of William’s large cock moving tightly against his own. He couldn’t stop the moans that poured from his throat.
    “Christian, look at me,” William ground out.
    Christian looked.
    “Need to see your eyes. So beautiful,” William panted.
    “William.” Christian stared into those stormy blue eyes. The level of intimacy shattered him.
    “You’re so beautiful, Christian. So fine. You should know that. You should—”
    The words were too tender, too much. They tipped Christian over the edge.
    “ Ah! Oh, God!” He squeezed his eyes shut as orgasm overtook him, streaming hot from his flesh into the cool river tide.
    “Look at me!” William cried.
    Christian forced his eyes open, still in the throes of his release, and he saw William’s pleasure wash across his face. His cock pulsed against Christian’s. Christian drew his hand down quickly to the head of William’s cock, because he had to feel it, needed proof of William’s desire. The hot semen struck his palm with surprising force even underwater. It was such a vulnerable, erotic thing that William was letting him see, letting him feel, that it touched the core of him. William held Christian’s gaze fiercely until the last of the ecstasy had faded from his eyes.
    Christian felt profoundly changed. He knew he could never go back to the person he’d been an hour ago. Something had irrevocably shifted inside him. But as their ardor faded, he suddenly felt unsure. He wanted to bury his face in William’s neck, to feel their heartbeats slowing together in the warm circle of William’s arms. But he feared that, with William’s passion spent, his denial would return and he’d look at Christian like he was perverted and wrong, perhaps want to punish him. Christian tried to pull away.
    “No,” William said, pressing him tight.
    Christian was stiff for a moment, but when it was clear William was not going to relent, he relaxed in his arms, placing his forehead on William’s shoulder with a sigh.
    “I wish you could see yourself as I see you,” William said quietly.
    “How do you see me?”
    William stroked his back. “Perfect in every way. If I could freeze time and place I would choose this moment and this river, with you.”
    Christian’s heart soared at the words, a stab of joy so acute that it hurt. But then he also heard what was not said— but we cannot freeze time and this cannot last.
    Christian pushed the thought away. He placed his hands on William’s waist, relishing the feel of the taut skin under the water . Say what you like. You are mine and forever will be.
    “And you are my perfection,” Christian said, and then quickly, so that William need not reply, “Now let me loose, and I’ll hunt us a fine dinner.”
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CHAPTER 11
    They worked in companionable silence as they made camp and cooked dinner. Christian caught another hare in the forest— the woods were overflowing with them— and William broke a fresh round of bread from Whalley. They shared a pungent red wine William had purchased at The King’s Horse, filling his leather costrel. There was no need for idle conversation.
    When Christian would have sat several