Although Axel lay propped on pillows, more than ready, Snaithen was in no mood to rush things. Brushing the softest of kisses over Axel’s lips, he moved to nuzzle his neck. When Axel’s hands came up as though to take control, Snaithen caught hold, his tongue flickering, leaving a soft, tickling trail from the base of Axel’s ear, working down to the clavicle on the left side of the man’s neck. Axel jolted; Snaithen smirked. As he thought, Axel found his neck ticklish.
“What’s made you brave?” Axel gasped.
“Perhaps she has.” A tormenting dart of his tongue sought all the sensitive nerves, causing Axel’s arms to tighten and flex, hands grasping the bed covers, at last clasping Snaithen, a poor attempt to hold him back, Axel writhing, exposing his neck, giving himself over to the slow tortur
