But of course, he didn't let me pull away.
His hand moved up—slow and deliberate—until he was gently cradling my chin. Not rough, not cruel… just firm. Commanding. His fingers were warm against my burning skin, like he'd cupped a live wire and decided to share the voltage.
"Don't avoid my eyes, my boy," he said, his voice low and smooth, like red wine laced with sin. He was smirking. No—smoldering. "We haven't even started."
My breath hitched—damn it!—and I blinked up at him like a deer that had just been kissed by oncoming traffic.
And then he leaned in.
His lips brushed against the side of my neck—soft at first. Testing. Teasing. Then—
"Hmph!"
I made that embarrassing little noise because, I kid you not, he grabbed my neck from the front, tilted it just so, and began sucking and chewing like I was a dessert he couldn't wait to finish.
"S-sir...," I wheezed.
It felt like a performance review or a vampire audition as he was chewing my neck.
