A moment before surrender —
The moment Kiaan's choice hung in the air, the charged silence shattered as Rex finally closed the distance. His hand, cold yet commanding, brushed against Kiaan's heated skin—light at first, then firmer—each touch sending waves of electricity coursing through the younger man's aching body. Kiaan's breath hitched, his muscles tightening and trembling in response, craving more of the torment and the unexpected comfort both woven into Rex's deliberate touch.
Without hesitation, Rex leaned in, capturing Kiaan's lips in a slow, deep kiss—hungry yet measured, as if savoring the taste of the forbidden. The kiss deepened, and Rex's lips traveled downward, trailing fire along Kiaan's jaw, his neck, pausing just long enough to bite firmly yet possessively on his Adam's apple. The sharp sting mixed with the heat building inside Kiaan, and the younger man's body arched involuntarily, begging silently for release and yet drowning in the overwhelming wave of sensation.
Rex's marks left their story across Kiaan's skin, claiming him in the dim room—each kiss, each bite, a signature of dominance and desire. His hands roamed boldly, exploring with confident mastery, trailing the heat gathering lower, until finally, his hand moved with purpose, sending Kiaan spiraling closer to the edge.
The room seemed to shrink around them as Rex took his first move, pushing boundaries and crossing lines that blurred pain and pleasure. Kiaan gasped as Rex entered him slowly, deliberately—each inch measured, each movement a promise and a claim. Rex took his time, grounding himself in the moment, matching every shudder and every sigh that escaped Kiaan's lips, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating.
In that shadowed room, between gasps and whispered confessions, two wills clashed and merged—one surrendering, one taking control. The line between hunter and prey blurred, and the night grew thick with the weight of forbidden connection.