Kenneth felt a rush of heat crash through his body as he felt Lucien's hands on him.
They had moved to the bedroom as Lucien wanted. They laid next to each other side by side, naked, as Lucien's hand trailed over every dip and curve of his body until he found that place. The place that made him go wild and lose all inhibitions.
His fingers teased the area, soft and tentative at first before applying pressure. Kenneth stifled a groan. For a moment, Lucien didn't move. He went perfectly immobile, his stillness like a deep dark lake in winter. Kenneth's throat went dry as he waited for what felt like hours for the Striker to move again.
Then, almost like a faint whisper, he asked, "Who do you belong to?"
The words were soft and deceptively kind. But looking into his eyes Kenneth could see the aggression and possession that lay dormant, ready to rear its ugly head if he gave the wrong answer. He swallowed, feeling a pressure in his chest. "You."
