A soft gasp as that muscle feels a tug, almost painful but not quite. When his hips roll back again, the pressure increases, and Nathaniel feels like he can't lose now. Anders is his twice in the same instant--three times, if you count the rings on their fingers. His hand cradles Anders' head and neck, and he pulls back enough to look at his face, his beautiful amber eyes.

"I can't get enough of you," he says hoarsely. "I want to share everything with you. I want to be so completely one with you that we never have to say anything, although we still do. I want to love you more every day, and I do. Every day since I fell in love with you, I love you more."