Daniel's delicate hands clung to Xyle's chest as he trailed invisible lines there, leaving a teasing burn in the flesh of Xyle.
Xylander's suit had already flung to the ground, and Daniel purposely left his shirt on him, the fabric stretching over the perfect abs, accentuating the mouthwatering figure beneath.
Oh, what a delicacy!!! Daniel exclaimed in a drunken look, still dazed by the kiss lingering on his lips. He wanted more—so much more—that he seized Xyle's lower lip, taking it in a full dive as his tongue danced in sizzling rhythm once again with Xyle's own.
He inhaled the side of Xyle's neck, trying to breathe in the pheromones properly. That scent carried a soothing power, calming his racing pulse like medicine to his soul. But that didn't mean he wanted to back down—he needed more of Xyle. Good enough, Xylander shared the same discomfort, the same craving, though his own need burned far more dangerously.
