Pierce's heart was pounding with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Cade hovered over him, his bright eyes filled with tenderness and barely restrained desire. Slowly, almost reverently, Cade trailed his fingertips along Pierce's dark chest, mapping the contours of his body as if committing every inch to memory, kissing Pierce’s scar where the bullet was removed from his lung.
In a low, soothing murmur, Cade spoke. “Hey there. We're going to take this nice and slow, okay? I want to make sure you feel good every step of the way. Just tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, alright?”
He leaned down to capture Pierce's lips in a deep, sensual kiss, pouring all his affection and care into the gesture. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding down to grip Pierce's hip while
