Chapter 130 B2

• Kael pressed, his fingertips sliding over the curve of Ethan's shoulder, down the slope of his pectoral, the touch clumsy. Ethan closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation: the rough pad of Kael's thumb brushing over his nipple, sending a jolt of pure and undiluted heat racing down his spine to pool low in his belly. His cock, soft until now, thickened against his thigh under the sheet.
• He didn't open his eyes. “That,” he said, his voice rougher, “right there, that's a good spot.”
• Kael's touch stilled, almost unsure. “Did that feel good?”