The man used his hand to forcefully tilt Julian Sterling's chin upward. Julian seemed to witness the gaze opposite him darken dangerously in a split second, looking exactly like a ravenous wild beast that had just firmly locked onto its chosen prey. Then, without any hesitation, the man decisively captured his lips in a kiss. This kiss did not carry a single trace of the languid, playful teasing brought by the calligraphy brushes from earlier. Instead, it carried a rough invasion, coupled with a lust so thick and intense that it almost seemed to want to swallow the very soul of the person receiving it.
