I love you more than I’ve ever loved another human being in my life.

Lying around and healing was for the weak. There were better things I could be doing with my time. Like reminding a certain cop exactly what I was capable of.

I slipped from the bed and moved around the guest room without making a single sound. Tex was in the living room, fixing and placing books back on the shelf. After two days of being out of it, confined to the bed, I noticed Tex had kept himself busy. The piles of unfinished projects that had decorated most of my place were cleared away.

A part of me thought Tex would be gone. I fought the drowsiness of the pills, but they dragged me down to darkness each time. Waiting for me was the worry I’d open my eyes and Tex wouldn’t be there. I need to make sure he never tries to leave again.

My chest tightened. I squinted to see if he’d put them in the order I’d shown him the first time. A few were out of place, but it surprisingly didn’t bother me. I leaned against the wall and watched him for another ten minutes. He moved around, but it was like no one was home. His blue eyes were vacant.

I moved swiftly across the living room with light steps. Tex turned but it was too late. I had him in my trap already. I slammed him against the wall, face forward. He grunted, and I groaned, being pressed so close to him.

“You’re supposed to be resting!”

I ground my cock against his firm ass. I cursed the fabric between us. A shiver of pleasure coated me from head to toe. The pain was little more than an annoyance. Something I could easily ignore for him.

“Mmm, is that right?” I wove my hand around Tex’s waist and pushed past the elastic band of his sweats. Hot flesh greeted my fingertips and went further until I had Tex’s cock in my hand.

Tex sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed back against me. He was in need, and what kind of person would I be to ignore the man that had my mind, body, and black soul in the palm of his hands? I’d be worse than a monster.

My lips brushed along his ear. “Say it again.”

I wanted to hear those sweet words, the ones that carved deeper into me than any knife or bullet ever had. I craved them like I craved Tex’s flesh.

“What?” Tex groaned. He shook his head and tried to pull away from me without hurting me. “Enzo, you need to be in bed.”

I tightened my fist around his cock and stroked it just how I knew he liked it. The whimper that tumbled free of Tex was like finding a gold mine.

“That’s not it.” I pressed firmly against him, closing my eyes for a moment and breathing him in.