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Derek's mouth explored Aaron's body as though it were their first time together, lingering now and again at an area which brought back-arching, skin-tingling enjoyment to the other man.

Stopping to readjust, he gazed at one of the scars Foyet had left behind. Red hot anger surged through him. He casually traced the scar with a steady finger, and then, ignoring Aaron's automatic flinch, applied his tongue to it, licking the thin, inch-long wound.

Allowing righteous outrage to fuel him, he nursed each matching brand which Foyet had marked on his love, freeing Aaron, reclaiming him once again as his.