Alaric hissed through his teeth, his muscles bulging as he forced his way into Julian, centimeter by agonizing centimeter.
He felt the chill of Julian's inner walls trying to sap the fire from his blood, but he countered it, pushing his aura into his lower abdomen, making his own flesh feel like a branding iron.
Then, he buried himself deep, reaching the very end of Julian's inside until there was no space left to occupy.
But even at this point, Julian didn't wake up. His eyes remained shut, his lashes casting long, still shadows against his cheekbones.
But his body couldn't ignore the intrusion. A long, thin breath escaped his lips—a sigh that carried the first hint of genuine warmth.
Alaric began to move. It was a heavy, deliberate grind, a friction designed to generate the maximum amount of heat. He leaned down, his chest crushing Julian's, his arms wrapping around Julian's back to pull him flush against his heartbeat.
