The world had dissolved into a haze of heat and sensation, a fever dream painted in the dark gold of lamplight and the deeper shadow of Jun Kai's form above him. Jin Yue's head swam, a treacherous current pulled between the potent wine in his veins and the far more potent, biological firestorm raging through his core. Every breath was a struggle, each inhalation filled with the alpha's scent...sandalwood, night air, and something fiercely possessive that made his omega instincts tremble with a need so profound it felt like terror.
Jun Kai's mouth was a brand upon his own, a claiming that stole reason and breath in equal measure. It wasn't gentle. It was a conquest, a deliberate searing of his identity onto Jin Yue's lips. When Jin Yue, lost in the delirious fog, had whimpered that name..."Little Apple…" the world had frozen for a heartbeat before igniting into something even more intense.
