Derrick's POV
With panting breath and full of satisfaction, I pulled out of Nathan and fell down on the bed beside him. My gaze was fixed on the wall as I tried to catch my breath. It was insanely hot… this sex with Nathan… it was arguably my best sex, and I couldn't deny it.
Feeling satisfied, I looked at Nathan, whose eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath. I stared at his beautiful face and wondered how a man could be this beautiful.
My gaze drifted from Nathan's flushed face down to his chest, rising and falling with each ragged breath. There was something both infuriating and mesmerizing about him. His skin glistened with sweat, his lips parted ever so slightly, and those lashes—unfairly long—cast soft shadows on his cheeks. For someone who was supposed to be nothing more than a slave, he carried beauty like it was his birthright.
And then… my eyes caught it.
His cock. Still hard. Still proud.
