Ghian
Ghian was on the ground, panting a little from either excitement or the way his omega was restricting his throat.
He'd never been harder in his life.
Aalyan’s words still resonated in his ears, his own an echo—together a melody he would have listened to forever, eyes closed and heart open.
His mate had somehow taken charge of the situation and he was grateful for it; there was no way he could have processed what he’d been told—and shown—enough to take the lead in this encounter, so charged he was trembling by the time Aalyan placed his other hand on his opposite shoulder and bent over to kiss him.
But he could fall into this kiss, soft and deep, physical proof of words he couldn’t have doubted anyway. He opened up, not reaching for Aalyan for fear of destabilizing him.
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