Shannon stood, his lips swollen and slick as he pulled Tristan into a fierce kiss, their mouths bruising, tongues tangling in a dance that was both tender and desperate.
Tristan tasted himself on Shannon's lips, the flavor heady and intoxicating, a reminder of the intimacy they shared. Shannon's hands roamed Tristan's body, his touch possessive, as if marking him as his own.
"Bed," Shannon growled, his voice thick with need. He led Tristan to the edge of the bed, lifting his legs to drape over his shoulders, exposing Tristan's entrance in a way that made him flush with desire and vulnerability. Shannon's eyes darkened with hunger as he positioned himself between Tristan's legs, his cock throbbing and needy.
"You're mine, Tristan," Shannon said, his voice a low rumble. "Only mine."
