The deep, consuming kiss was unlike anything Levis had ever imagined. It was his first real kiss—a raw, demanding expression of pure intent. Levis's initial shock faded into a dizzying rush of sensation. He closed his eyes, his mind blanking out everything but the rough warmth of Robert's lips and the metallic scent of blood from the Prince's newly dressed wound.
Levis finally pulled back, resting his forehead against Robert's. "Sir... Robert, I have to go," he whispered, his voice breathless.
Robert, his eyes dark with desire, only tightened his grip on Levis's waist. "You were the one who said you were worried about me. You cared about my injury. Show me, Levis. Show me how much you care."
