Elian's pulse was a frantic drumbeat in his ears. Cassian's hand rested on the small of his back, the heat of his palm seeping through the layers of the Steward's uniform. They moved in perfect, urgent silence, leaving the noise of the castle behind. Every step cranked the tension tighter, the air between them growing so heavy it was difficult to breathe.
They reached the solar. Elian didn't bother lighting a candle. He pushed the door shut and instantly threw the deadbolt.
He didn't even have time to turn around before Cassian was there.
Cassian didn't say a word. He didn't need to. He grabbed Elian by the hips, spinning him around and crushing him back against the wood of the door. The Prince's mouth crashed down on Elian's, hot, wet, and ravenous.
Elian let out a breathless, broken sound, instantly opening to the invasion. He shoved his hands into Cassian's messy, sweat-dampened hair, pulling the Prince closer.
