The kiss was slow, deliberate, devastating.
Alexander didn't devour this time. He coaxed. His lips brushed Adrian's once, twice, feather-light, then sealed over them with a tenderness that felt more dangerous than any brutality. His tongue slid in, not demanding, but inviting, tasting every corner of Adrian's mouth like he was mapping territory he intended to own forever.
Adrian whimpered, the sound muffled against Alexander's lips. His hands, which had been braced against Alexander's shoulders to push, curled instead, fingers digging into warm skin as he surrendered to the kiss. Alexander's tongue licked slow, wet stripes along his, curling, retreating, drawing him in deeper until Adrian was chasing it, breathless and needy.
Alexander pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing Adrian's.
"No one," he whispered, voice rough velvet, "no one has ever made you tremble like this."
His hand slipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of the towel, teasing the knot.
