The End

Liam growled deep in his chest, the rumbling vibration carrying undisguised promise.

His lips curved in a lascivious smirk as he drank in the wanton sight of his lover writhing helplessly beneath him, flushed and disheveled and utterly at Liam's mercy.

"Gladly," he practically purred.

With an economical shift of powerful muscle, Liam pinned Cobra's wrists above his head in one large hand.

The other trailed in a blazing path down the gorgeous expanse of Cobra's torso, mapping every ridge and hollow with delicious intent.

Cobra's back arched in a desperate bow off the mattress as Liam's clever fingers danced across his nipples, rolling and teasing the peaked nubs until they stood up stiff and aching.

"No teasing, please..." he groaned, teeth gritted against the wanton keen building in his throat. "Liam, I need...!"