" Oh God. Fuck.” He yanked on the back of Levi’s jeans. “Come. Please. Please.” Otherwise he might die from it. He might run mad from that insane kind of pleasure. He might lose himself. But not before he felt Levi flood him, soak him, fill him. He clenched. "

― Avril Ashton , Scars and Secrets (Loose Ends, #1)