Adrian's hand trembled as Yu guided it lower, the heat of his palm settling against the soft skin of Yu's inner thigh. His pulse roared in his ears, the trust—or was it temptation?—staggering in its weight.
"Yu…"
He rasped, voice low, almost strangled, but the protest never left his lips. Instead, he leaned in, nose grazing the curve of Yu's neck, breathing him in like a man starved. The faint brush of his lips against Yu's porcelain skin was supposed to be a test, a fleeting kiss. But when Yu's soft sigh escaped—a sound so sweet, so utterly undoing—it shattered what little restraint Adrian had left.
Yu's Incubus instincts surged to the surface, igniting like wildfire under his skin. His pupils thinned, hazel shimmering with that dangerous, hungry red glow. His breath quickened, and the corner of his mouth curled—not in innocence, but in want. His hand left Adrian's, only to snake up into his collar, tugging him closer until their lips hovered, a dangerous heartbeat apart.
