Alexei had kissed more people than he could remember.
To him, kissing was just another weapon to wield. Something to be done to overwhelm others, to dominate, to shut someone up, but mostly to take control.
This time, none of those thoughts crossed his mind.
He just wanted those grey eyes to look at him.
The moment his mouth crashed against Elijah's, the fight beneath him stilled for a mere heartbeat before it got even more violent.
Almost as if Elijah hated the touch on his lips, hated that some filthy human dared to taint his holy being.
And that made Alexei's eyes blaze.
He pressed further, caught the plush lower lip between his teeth, and tugged hard enough to draw blood.
Elijah gasped, and like a wolf getting the whiff of his favorite prey, Alexei took this as an opportunity to shove his tongue deep until their frantic breaths tangled.
Their bodies pressed against each other, leaving no space for even air to pass through.
