He walks me down the hall to his bedroom without ever breaking the contact of our lips and just a few moments later, we enter the dark, shadowy room. He guides me to lie down on a soft mattress, and before I can rise up onto my elbows, he yanks down my underwear. His grin is pure devilry when he sees me completely naked spread out on his bed.

He's shoving his pants and his boxers down in one quick motion, shucking them both before settling onto his knees between my legs with his hand wrapped around his cock. He looks masculine and hot without trying so I just stop and take a moment to appreciate the man that is the center of my world now. My palm skates over the hard planes of his stomach, feeling the muscles contract under my touch, until my fingertips brush velvety steel. I can't resist and I gently squeeze his tight balls, giving them a gentle tug.

"Fuuuck," Dylan's groan is deep and raw, and his hips jerk forward into my touch. "Let me taste you first."

His breath burns my skin when he goes lower and lower and lower. The wetness of his tongue makes my hips squirm on the bed as he bites at the muscle of my inner thigh, dragging my flesh between his teeth. I'm fisting the soft sheets on the bed as his tongue reaches the base of my dick and slides up the length all the way to the tip.

It's too much. Too intense. It's going to fucking break me. He was right, I'm actually going to come too soon.

He drags his tongue through my slit, then his eyes flash up to mine again. All I see now is heat. Possessiveness. Dominance. He sucks hard and after only seconds I explode. The orgasm surprises me, stealing my breath and making my heart pound so hard I think it might crash through my ribs.

My hips jerk and writhe uselessly against the unrelenting force of Dylan's grip. He keeps sucking me greedily until my moans finally die away, and when he lifts his head to look up at me, his lips and chin glisten with my cum. He crawls up my body as he crashes his lips against mine again.

I can taste myself on him. I can feel my own slick cum smearing over my lips and face as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. It tastes sweet. It tastes filthy. The strokes of his tongue against mine finally slow, becoming deeper and more probing as he rocks against me, pressing his cock against my hole. Then he wrenches himself away, reaching for the lube from the drawer.

"Do you want this dick inside you?" His tone is full of a filthy, beautiful promise.

"I can't wait." I shudder. "Fuck me until I'm full of your cum. I want to feel it leaking out of me the rest of the day."

He kneels between my legs to smear a large amount of lube on his erection and my hole. "Oh you'll be dripping."

In the dim light of the room, the blue of his irises seems to stand out even more, and he leans over me, bracing one hand beside my head as he is holding his cock like it's a fucking weapon with the other. He finds my entrance and I sigh with relief once he breaches me.

I feel the beginning of the stretch, the way the fat head of his dick wedges inside me. And then, with no more warning, he pitches his hips forward hard and fast, driving balls deep in a single thrust. All the breath is driven from my lungs, leaving only enough air for a guttural grunt to pass my lips as I clutch at the arm that's braced by my head, trying to survive the onslaught of sensations.

It hurts. It soothes. It overwhelms. He fills me up so completely that there's no room for anything else. The only thing that exists is Dylan. His broad shoulders hovering over mine. His firm ass clenching as he draws out and drives back in. His head hanging down, his eyes glassy and almost dazed, messy pieces of blond hair falling into his face. The clean aroma of his soap and cologne mixes with the musk of arousal and the heady scent of sweat, and when I force my lungs to draw in more air, all of those things flood my senses, overtaking my body.

"Jesus, you're so fucking tight," he grunts against my skin as he rips his lips from mine and drags them down the column of my throat. "So fucking perfect. God. You were made for this, Noah."

He moans, the sound starting deep in his chest, and I can't help but match it with one of my own. "Such a good fucking toy," he speaks softly, filthy praise pressed right into the shell of my ear, and I have to turn my head in a clumsy attempt to seek him out, try and get a taste of those words. My every muscle pulls tight, a delicious heat spreading at the base of my spine every time his balls slap against mine, filling the little room with the debauched sounds of our fucking.

My legs wrap tightly around his waist, locking our bodies together as he plunges inside me harder and faster. Finally, he lets out a deep, harsh grunt and slams into me one more time, throwing his head back as he comes and the sight of his corded neck and bunched muscles brings my erection to full must again. I swear I can feel every spurt of hot cum as it fills my insides, and the feel of him pulsing inside me as it stretches my inner walls.

He pulls out slowly, leaving my hole open and clenching desperately. Then he looks down at it, his nostrils flaring as he breathes hard. I just love when he stares at my hole like this, like he is admiring how wrecked it is, and I feel such a sense of pride. Also sadness. I want him to keep it inside me all this time, keeping his cum from leaking out.

He braces himself on one arm again and slips his other hand between us, grabbing my dick. "We're not done until you come again."

I shake my head. But he knows exactly what he's doing.

"I know you can," he slowly pushes his still half hard erection back in and I can feel the wetness of his cum dripping out of me whenever his dick moves inside, as he works my dick in deliberate motions, watching his every single move the entire time. "I wonder how many times I can make you come. I'm gonna milk your pretty cock dry. And you'll be begging me to stop. But I know you. I know how much you love to get fucked..."

My hole clenches at his perverse words and my eyes go wide. "But not only that, you're sweet. On the inside, you're caring and kind, loyal to a fault. Funny and charming and beautiful in so many ways. You're a fucking unicorn, Noah Summerville."

His hand moves faster, sliding up and down and a wave of sensation blasts through my body. My legs tighten around him, my entire body convulsing, trying to bring him closer as the orgasm crashes over me.

I think I am making noise, maybe even babbling. The words themselves were meaningless. And for a while I go somewhere else as I'm coming for the second time. This sensation, the heat, the pain that somehow morphs into pleasure, the sound of his voice it's all that matters.

He drops his weight onto me again, his hips grinding mercilessly against mine. I don't think he can possibly come again, but it feels like his cock is trying, throbbing inside me once more as his whole body shudders. We both stop moving for a second, lost in the feel of our bodies connected like this. Joined. United. Irrevocably one.

Then he rests on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the mattress as his body and mine both go boneless. I feel... peaceful. Drawing in little sips of air through my nose, I let my fingers drag through the hair at the nape of Dylan's neck, relaxing into the feeling of his chest crushed against mine, his cock still buried inside me.

He keeps pushing his hips against mine in small movements, continuing to fuck me even as his cock slowly begins to soften. As if he can't bear to stop. As if he'll never stop. When he pulls out of me, I hiss a pained breath at the sting in my raw hole, and he makes a noise low in his throat.

His calloused hands slide down my thighs, gripping and massaging my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, digging his fingers into the firm flesh. He buries his face between my thighs. "Mine forever," the sound is a low rumble, almost a purr before his hot mouth latches onto my hole like he's trying to draw out every drop.

His mouth, tongue, his fingers are slipping back inside to feel his release work its way out of me. He can never help himself and I've never felt anything quite like this before. Like I am the air he needs to breathe, like I am the precious nectar he needs to survive. When he spreads my ass cheeks apart to give him better access to my hole, I can feel every forceful stroke of his tongue. I'm officially, completely addicted to this. To him.

When he's done with me and looks up I blink at him and nod slowly. Then he's back in front of me and grips my jaw making my mouth pop open and lets his mouth hover over mine letting me know what he's planning to do.

Whatever animalistic, wild thing exists inside him must exist inside me too, because there's something fierce in my voice as I speak against his lips. "Give it to me. I want it. I want everything."

He lets a stream of spit fall into my mouth and I moan in relief.

I never understood all-consuming love before—the kinds of stories where people would rather die than lose each other. The kinds where they burn the whole world down with their love. But I think I do now.

*

The shrill sound of my ringtone jerks me awake. I feel Dylan stir beside me but ignore it as I fumble for my phone, noticing it is a little after ten in the evening. Only a handful of people know my new number and they are all connected to the investigation. My heart thuds, my vision automatically goes blurry as my brain goes to the worst possible places. I can't handle the thought of Valentine Black being released on bail, or escaping from custody.

"Hello?" I say into my phone, as I feel Dylan's hand on my shoulder, which is soon replaced by his lips as his arm slides down to wrap around me in support.

"Mr. Summerville?"

"Yes."

"This is Nadine, one of the assistants from the DA office. I'm calling in the name of the detectives assigned to the investigation. They are on their way as we speak to a highest-security federal prison where they will monitor Black's transfer..."

My eyes fill with tears as she ends the conversation. I'm not sad, just overwhelmed, full to the brim with emotions. Relief.

"What's going on? Who was that?" Dylan's warm, naked body settles behind me. I am so glad we decided to stay one last night in his home, in his bed, before we begin building our new home in Anchorage.

"He's gone. He's been taken to the supermax penitentiary."

"What?"

I melt in his embrace. "He'll never be free again."

When Dylan pulls me back toward him, draping his heavy arm over me as he tucks me into the cradle of his large frame, I don't resist. And the darkness never comes despite the late hour of the night. Outside there's a never-setting sun, announcing to all that we are finally home and finally safe.

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A/N

My lovely people, I hope you didn't feel disappointed by the way I handled Valentine Black's destiny and the resolution of the story.

I must admit that I never really wanted to write a crime/mafia story when I began Midnight sun therefore I didn't want to overcomplicate things with Valentine seeking further revenge or chasing them. Noah's been through enough already and him being the witness who helped put the mob boss once and for all behind bars is a satisfying ending in my opinion. At one point I wanted to kill Valentine's character but I truly believe that max security prison is a bigger punishment for a criminal like him than death.

This means that we're almost at the end! There will be one more chapter left! (And an epilogue maybe) I might take my time with it though because I want it to be perfect.

Thank you for your lovely comments and votes I love you all so much 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍