Elias's breath hitched, his fingers curling into the back of the couch as Victor's weight pressed him down into the cushions, pinning him in place with the kind of firm presence that left no room for doubts. It was crushing, yes, but it was also exactly what his body seemed to crave, that steady, immovable pressure pinning him even as the bond burned hotter, flooding his veins with an insistent pull that left his thoughts staggering and his self-control fraying in uneven strips.
"Victor…" His voice cracked around the name, the sound more a gasp than a word, his chest rising sharply with each uneven breath. "I can't… I can't think…"
"Good," Victor murmured, his lips brushing over the fresh mark with each word, the heat of his mouth and the faint scrape of his teeth sending a fresh wave of molten sensation licking down Elias's spine. "You don't need to think. Just feel."
