"Come on, stop it..." Elian laughed softly outside Lucien's chamber. "Ms. Beck is halfway here," he whispered as Lucien pressed his front against the front of his door, kissing his neck.
"I can't help it... four days without touching you drove me wild, my love." Lucien groaned, pressing his hips behind Elian.
"Lucien..." Elian gasped, nails scraping the wood as he felt the bulge press against his ass.
"Elian..." Lucien growled and grabbed Elian's chin, turned his face to the side and claimed his lips.
"Mm..." Elian shut his eyes and opened his mouth for Lucien.
Elian's knees buckled slightly against the sudden, dizzying rush of heat, his fingers curling frantically into the heavy wood of the chamber door as Lucien claimed his mouth with a starving, possessive fervor. The urgency in Lucien's kiss was intoxicating—raw, heavy, and desperate, reminding Elian of every agonizing, cold hour they had spent apart.
