Breaking his composure had turned Elijah's whole life upside down.
Anytime he lost control, it brought chaos, something he loathed with every fiber of his being.
Chaos was the source of evil. It was the very force that could push him over the edge of hell he had been trying to survive.
And yet, when Alexei's breath mingled with his, his resolve shattered like thin glass.
It crashed, splintered, and left a wide hole in his chest, craving more of that touch.
Before he even realized it, he was kissing back, rubbing his lips over the heated ones, letting the tingles spread through his chest.
He was trapped, ensnared, and held captive by this tsunami called Alexei.
And he liked it.
The grip had shifted from his throat to his jaw, tilting his face up.
"Mnn!" A strangled noise didn't manage to escape his lips before it was swallowed.
The kiss turned harsh and unforgiving. More demanding.
