Thinking led to palming, and heated murmurs, and kisses, and eventually them lying together, prick to prick and mouth to mouth. Gentle stuff, and long drawn out, since neither of them was young anymore, and this mutual pleasuring wasn’t what set Dominic’s blood alight. But it was still pleasure, because of the wonder in Silas’s mongrel eyes and because Dominic knew damned well what Silas wanted. He wanted loving. He gave Dominic such brutal fucking, and he wanted love with the hunger of a long-starved man.
