Ethan's breathing is heavy, his body tense beneath Liam's grip. His wrists are free, but his power isn't. Liam's weight presses him into bed, amusement flickering in those dark, unreadable eyes.
Liam Grayson
*soft, dangerous* That was bold, detective.... But foolish.
Liam's grip on Ethan's throat eases, fingers trailing down to rest against his collarbone. A touch to tease, not restrain.
Ethan Carter
*glaring* Get off me
Liam chuckles, but instead of obeying, he leans in slow, deliberate. His lips brush against Ethan's earlobe, a phantom touch that sends a shiver down his spine.
Liam Grayson
*whispering* You like control, don't you? But here... You have none...
Ethan clenched his jaw, refusing to react. But Liam notices everything-the way his breathing falters, the way his fingers twitch as if restraining the urge to push him away...
Liam's lips trail lower, ghosting along Ethan's neck...
His breath is warm, teasing.
Then, without warning - a slow, linger kiss against Ethan's plus…
Ethan Carter
*sharp inhale* Don't-
But Liam isn't listening. His hand slides beneath Ethan's shirt, fingers brushing against bare skin-tracing along his ribs, his stomach. Just light enough to be maddening.
Liam Grayson
*low, amused* For someone who hates me, you react so beautifully..
Ethan snaps, jerking his knee up- but Liam is faster. He grabs Ethan's wrists, pinning them above his head….
Liam Grayson
*soft laugh* still fighting? Good. I love challenge.
His lips brush against Ethan's ear again, voice nothing but dangerous whisper.
Liam Grayson
You'll learn soon enough, detective.... Some battles aren't meant to be won..
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