Gregoris's gaze.
The hunger was still there, a silver-fire intensity. But beneath it, woven through it, was something else. It was a look of awe, of reverence, of a deep, soul-shaking adoration he was no longer trying to hide.
It stole the breath Rafael had just managed to catch.
He'd expected the dominance, the lust, and even the sharp edge of cruelty. The alpha was Gregoris, so it was given. He had not expected this… this open affection in the midst of being utterly taken. Sure, it wasn't love yet, but it was so close that he lost what little control he did have.
"Gregoris," Rafael whispered, his voice trembling.
"Mine," Gregoris replied, the word low and pushed forward, entering him in one deep, relentless surge.
"Ah! Gods…" Rafael arched, his back leaving the bed, completely thrust. Gregoris sheathed himself to the hilt, their hips flush, and held there, buried, letting Rafael feel his member pulsating, the veins inflating even more… everything.
Then he began to move.
