Salvatore stared down at the young man, his gray eyes darkening with a mixture of disbelief and deep irritation.
He hadn't expected that answer. He had deliberately used his full weight and his harshest tone to terrify Milo, fully intending to push him away by exposing the unyielding, dominant nature of his desires.
Most people who had survived severe, systematic trauma would have flinched, panicked, or begged for space when confronted with such a heavy display of physical control.
Yet Milo lay beneath him, his breathing fast and ragged, whispering a desperate permission.
Yes... Please.
Salvatore didn't back down, he looked at the fragile structure of Milo's jaw and resolved to press harder, to truly scare him into submission so the young man would understand the reality of what he was asking for.
