The kiss was a jarring contrast to the brutal passion that had just consumed them. It was soft, almost hesitant, a stark departure from the hungry, demanding clashes of moments before.
Ren lay stunned, his body still trembling, his mind a chaotic mess of pain, pleasure, and lingering defiance.
Axton's lips moved gently against his, a tentative seeking that felt utterly out of place, yet undeniably real.
When Axton finally pulled back, his eyes were still intense, but the feral glint had softened, replaced by a complex vulnerability Ren rarely saw. His thumb brushed over Ren's lower lip, a feather-light touch.
"Crazy for you," Axton repeated, his voice now a low, husky murmur, devoid of its previous menace.
He still had Ren pinned, their bodies intimately connected, but the oppressive weight of his dominance had eased.
The air, once thick with tension, now hummed with a different kind of energy, confusing and unsettling.
