Xion stirred, roused by soft, lingering kisses trailing along his neck and cheek; each one warm, teasing, and maddeningly gentle.
If the other side of his face hadn't been pressed into the pillow, he had no doubt it would have been just as thoroughly adored.
"Darius…" he rasped, voice still sprinkled with sleep.
Midnight black lashes fluttered delicately as he cracked open heavy eyelids to cast a sluggish glare at his mischievous lover.
But in his drowsy haze, it came out more like a pout, one that only made him look even more irresistible.
Sure enough, the wolf eyeing his prey didn't let the opportunity slip.
Xion's soft pink lips were captured by Darius's hot ones. What was meant to be a chaste, innocent kiss quickly escalated into something far more intense.
The searing kiss pulled Xion's barely-awake senses back into the hazy tide of pleasure.
