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Kane's pulse quickened despite his recent release, his body already responding to the dragon's proximity.
Cyrus's hands mapped the curve of Kane's spine, each touch deliberate and claiming.
Kane buried his face deeper into the pillow, anticipation and nervousness warring in his chest.
The sheets beneath him were indeed ruined, but Cyrus seemed entirely unconcerned with anything beyond the fox trembling beneath him.
"Cyrus..." Kane's voice came out muffled against the silk.
"Patience," Cyrus replied, his lips trailing fire down Kane's neck.
The city skyline glittered beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, moonlight casting silver patterns across the rumpled bedding.
Kane's fox ears twitched as Cyrus's breath ghosted over his nape.
"Such a sensitive little fox," Cyrus murmured, teeth grazing the shell of Kane's ear.
"I'm not—" Kane's protest dissolved into a gasp as Cyrus's hands found sensitive spots along his ribs.
