Alexei's eyes had gone suspiciously dark, swallowing every last trace of light. All of his thoughts were consumed by something utterly filthy and unholy.
His lips curved in what was half a smile and half a smirk as he pulled Elijah closer. His arousal brushed against Elijah's sensitive skin, making the exorcist quiver.
"Seeing you all flustered and trembling because of me makes me so darn happy, baby. You make such a breathtaking sight with or without clothes."
Elijah's hands curled over Alexei's shoulders, trying to steady himself and not accidentally sit on his arousal.
It was then that he noticed it.
The young master exhaled slowly, as if trying to tame the predator inside him and not pounce on the mouth-watering prey in his lap.
Alexei rested his hand at the nape of Elijah's neck, angling his face upward. His other hand stayed firm on the exorcist's lower back, keeping him steady.
The kiss started slowly, almost like Alexei was coaxing Elijah to open up willingly.
