Stacey bit down on the tongue that licked across his lips and sucked it into his mouth.
Hunter's.
For one wild second, he wondered if he'd gone completely insane.
Hunter's eyes snapped open too, pupils blown wide, dark, sharp, predatory. But there was surprise there. For just a flicker.
He's surprised, too?
That made Stacey feel a little better.
He let go of Hunter's tongue, but Hunter didn't break the moment. His hand slid from Stacey's ass to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair in a possessive grip. Soft, but binding. Like a leash made of silk.
Stacey shuddered. His stomach coiled up in knots, breath caught somewhere between panic and pleasure.
'Don't look away.'
The words echoed in his skull like a curse.
And yet, he closed his eyes. Couldn't help it. He was terrified of what he'd see if he kept looking.
Hunter wasn't going to close his, though. That much he knew.
Hunter didn't blink. Didn't flinch.
Didn't give mercy.
