As soon as they were through the door, Lysander’s hands clasped Sascha’s shoulders. Sascha’s breath caught in his throat at the press of those large hands. At the heat of Lysander’s body along back. Lysander squeezed slightly, then ran his palms down Sascha’s arms, trailing warmth in his wake. As Lysander’s fingers tangled briefly with his own, Sascha let out a long shuddering breath.
Lysander’s chuckle was soft, closer to a rumble of sensation than a sound but Sascha heard it, felt it. Lysander brushed Sascha’s hair aside and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, just above his collar, just behind the glittering fall of jewels at his ear. Jewels Sascha still couldn’t believe Lysander had given him. “Lysander,” he whispered.
To Love the Dragon King
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