The kiss there had been startling enough, but when Xavier's hands slid beneath his knees, Luca's breath caught.
In one smooth, deliberate motion, the prince lifted his legs, guiding them apart until he was spread open in a way that made heat flood his cheeks.
Good heavens!
His hips tilted upward, his entire body on quiet display beneath the wolf's steady hands.
"W-wait—"
"Luca," Xavier said, voice low and sure, like someone ready to beg for air. "I want to see you."
Wha—! Luca could feel the burn climbing up his neck.
While he'd been clueless before, the same couldn't be said now. Just looking at Xavier like this, he knew what all this could mean, especially when his gaze was drawn down, meeting the deep, focused look in Xavier's eyes.
Because those eyes didn't waver.
They bore into him, following every twitch of his thighs, every uneven breath, as though he were memorizing him.
