The room was drenched in low light, shadows pooling thick around the edges like dark ink bleeding across parchment. Adrian's breath hitched as Kai's hands moved with slow, deliberate precision fingers tracing the vulnerable lines of his neck, dipping lower where the pulse throbbed, a silent invitation to sin.
Kai's petite frame pressed close, but his grip was fierce, possessive. The weight of their worlds, tangled and raw, hung between them like a living thing hungry, demanding.
"Don't hold back, mi amor," Kai whispered, voice thick with something darker, something desperate. Adrian's eyes flickered with fire, dark and fierce, as he responded with a growl that vibrated deep in his chest.
Their bodies tangled, claws and fangs, fragile and brutal all at once. The hunger wasn't just hunger anymore. It was claim, it was battle, it was surrender.
"Fuck, Kai," Adrian groaned, voice ragged. "You're mine."
And in that fierce, reckless moment, they both knew this was no gentle love story. This was war. And only one could win.
Adrian's hands slid down Kai's back, fingers digging in like claws, marking him, claiming every inch beneath his touch. Kai's breath hitched, a shudder rolling through his slender body as Adrian's mouth trailed hot, desperate kisses down his throat, nipping, biting leaving a trail of fire.
"Say my name, Kai," Adrian growled low, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he tugged Kai closer, body pressed so tight it was almost cruel.
"K-Kai…" Kai's voice broke, trembling but fierce beneath the weight of desire and something darker a need that clawed at his soul.
"Say it like you mean it, mi amor. Make me believe you're mine."
Kai's eyes locked onto Adrian's, wide and shining with raw, untamed hunger. "Adrian," he gasped, voice thick, breathless. "Only yours."
That was all the invitation Adrian needed. His hands tightened, his teeth sunk a little harder, and they tumbled together lost in the chaos of lust, need, and love twisted so sharp it cut deeper than any blade.
The room filled with ragged gasps and whispered curses a storm of skin, claws, and teeth. Neither of them cared who won or lost anymore. They just needed each other, raw and unfiltered, tangled in this wicked dance of shadows and desire.
Adrian's lips burned a trail lower now, his breath hot and ragged against Kai's skin, sending shivers that twisted between pleasure and aching need. Kai's fingers curled into Adrian's hair, pulling him closer as if he could drown in the taste, the scent, the fierce possessiveness in every touch.
"God, you're mine, Kai. Don't you ever forget that," Adrian murmured, voice rough but soaked in tenderness that hit like a punch to the gut.
Kai trembled, his body arching instinctively, craving the fierce grip, the dominance that made his knees weak and heart race. He wasn't just lost in desire he was claimed, marked, utterly and deliciously broken in the best way.
Their bodies moved together, desperate and hungry, skin slick with sweat, breaths mingling in a heated dance that promised both salvation and sin. Time slowed until there was nothing but the pounding of hearts and the raw, beautiful chaos of their love fierce, brutal, and oh so tender beneath the damn storm.