Chapter V
THE GLIMPSE
STORM WAS CONVINCED he was either dreaming, or Sky was too drunk. Either way, nothing was real. It couldn't be. Yet here his husband was, begging to be taken, rolling his hips and pushing his ass into Storm’s c**k. Maybe Sky just needed release. Maybe Storm should just get out of their bed and go sleep somewhere else.
As Storm pushed up on his arm, trying to break free from the covers, a small sob stopped him.
"Please, Storm. I beg you, don't reject me. Not tonight."
Sky sounded pained, needy. It was all too much and Storm found himself giving in, trailing his fingers up Sky's thigh and grazing the soft skin on the side of his neck with his teeth. Storm licked up to his ear, nipping the shell and flicking the lobe. Sky moaned and arched his back, panting and shiv
