Chapter 1: The Rescue Ignites
Kori’s heart thundered in his chest as the ropes bit into his wrists, the dim light of the grimy basement casting shadows over his bruised skin. He’d been here for hours, maybe days—time blurred when fear was your only companion. His sharp mind, usually quick with a biting retort, was frayed at the edges, but his resolve hadn’t shattered. ‘Bastards,’ he hissed under his breath, tugging at the binds. ‘You think you can break me? I’ve survived worse than your pathetic games.’
The door creaked open, and Kori’s hazel eyes snapped up, narrowing at the silhouette in the frame. But it wasn’t one of his captors. It was Daive—his Daive—storming in like a hurricane of raw, protective fury. His dark hair was mussed, sweat glistening on his brow, and his leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders as if it, too, was pissed off. ‘Kori,’ Daive growled, his voice a low rumble of relief and rage. ‘I’m getting you out of here. Now.’
Kori’s lips curled into a smirk, even as his body ached. ‘Took you long enough, hotshot. I was about to charm my way out of these ropes. Care to untie me, or are you enjoying the view?’
Daive’s eyes darkened, a flicker of heat cutting through the anger as he crossed the room in three strides. He knelt, his rough hands working at the knots with a tenderness that belied the storm in his gaze. ‘Keep talking, babe,’ he muttered, his breath hot against Kori’s ear. ‘You know I love that smart mouth of yours. But I’m not in the mood for games right now.’
‘Oh, I’m all about games,’ Kori shot back, his voice dripping with defiance even as his pulse raced at Daive’s proximity. ‘But maybe I’ll let you win this round. You did come to save my fine ass, after all.’
The last rope fell away, and Kori surged forward, not waiting for permission. He grabbed Daive by the collar, pulling him into a fierce, hungry kiss that tasted of desperation and relief. Daive groaned, his hands sliding down Kori’s back, gripping him tight as if he’d never let go again. ‘You’re impossible,’ Daive panted against Kori’s lips, his voice rough with need. ‘I’m sweating bullets worrying about you, and you’re already trying to get me hard.’
Kori chuckled, low and wicked, his fingers threading through Daive’s hair. ‘Worrying looks good on you, babe. But I’m not fragile. I’m horny as hell, and I need you to remind me I’m alive.’ His hand slid down Daive’s chest, bold and unapologetic, brushing over the bulge in his jeans. ‘Feel that? I’m not the only one who’s ready.’
Daive’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on Kori’s hips. ‘You’re playing with fire, Kori. We’re in a damn basement, and I’m about two seconds from tearing your clothes off.’
‘Then do it,’ Kori challenged, his eyes glinting with raw, unfiltered desire. ‘I want your cock, Daive. I want to feel you, hard and desperate, right here, right now. Make me forget everything but you.’
Daive’s control snapped like a taut wire. He shoved Kori back against the wall, the rough concrete scraping against skin as their mouths crashed together again. Hands fumbled with belts and zippers, the air thick with the scent of sweat and need. Kori’s fingers dug into Daive’s shoulders, his breath coming in sharp gasps. ‘Don’t hold back,’ he demanded, his voice a sultry command. ‘I’m wet for you already, dripping with how much I’ve missed this.’
Their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them igniting like wildfire, promising an explosive release that neither could—or would—resist.
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