WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
Across the hall, the silence in Zade's room was just as heavy, though the air inside was charged with a completely different kind of tension.
Zade stood near the edge of his bed, unbuttoning his shirt with slow, deliberate movements.
Unlike Rai, whose mind was a chaotic battleground of denial and panic, Zade felt no urge to fight what was happening. He didn't pretend to be above the pull, nor did he waste a single second beating himself up for wanting what he wanted.
He was arrogant enough to enjoy the hunger.
Dropping his shirt to the floor, Zade ran a hand through his dark hair, breathing in the quiet of his room. But the quiet was useless; his body was still vibrating with the lingering static of their clash in the living room.
He could still feel the tight, trembling tension of Rai beneath him, the way Rai's pulse had hammered wildly against his mouth, the desperate, furious heat radiating off the mighty man's skin.
