“Thanks for that warning.” He touched Aden with his free hand, running his fingers over the twisted scar on his arm.
The caress elicited a low growl, one that did more than raise the hair on the back of Darren’s neck. Aden hooked his fingers into the waistband of the skirt, and with a sharp yank, tore it from his body. It fluttered to the ground. It settled over Darren’s feet, but he didn’t have the strength to kick it away. Everything in him was focused on Aden, on the broad hand reaching between his legs to palm his strapped-in cock, on the glittering eyes devouring Darren’s body.
“I can’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck someone so bad,” Aden murmured, so low Darren wondered if he even meant for the words to be heard.