"Do you want this?" Xulthas asked, his voice coming out far rougher than he had intended.
Usually, the commander was a man of action—ruthless, decisive, stepping past words straight to his desires. Yet he stood frozen beside the bed, unable to comprehend the sudden hesitation gripping his chest. Was he simply too drunk on the spiced wine? Or was he slowly losing himself to the terrifying tide of this lust?
Zaliyah raised his head, turning those dark rimmed eyes upon him. A sharp smirk curved his cherry-tinted lips. "Isn't it obvious?"
Xulthas stared down at him for so long that the silence grew heavy. Zaliyah shifted beneath the intense weight of his gaze, turning to glance back over his shoulder.
"Are you going to combust just standing there?" Zaliyah snapped, his tone laced with annoyance.
