Did it pain Sasha to see Nathan like that, an incubus, the markings clear and imprinted along his hips? Nathan quickly shook that thought off. He didn’t want this to be about grieving. They’d had enough of that.
“You’re so damn sexy,” Sasha growled, almost sounding like his old self, his voice rumbling low, as the tips of his fingers began to trail very lightly up Nathan’s leg. That light touch became the harsh drag of fingernails up to Nathan’s inner thigh before becoming light again.
Nathan quaked as Sasha’s fingers dusted over his hips, straight up his torso past his ribs. Then Sasha trailed back down the other side. Even though Nathan was prepared for it this time, he still trembled when Sasha got to his thighs, the nails digging in deeper right on the edge of grazing Nathan’s throbbing erection that was starting to get far too hard to not be attended to.