Skin on Skin, Claimed, Marked,

The heat between them burned stronger, their breaths ragged, their bodies pressed so close that nothing else existed.

Lucian's hands trembled as they roamed Aiden's body, his fingers grasping, needing, claiming.

Their world had shrunk to this moment, to the fire raging between them, to the fever in their veins that refused to be ignored.

Aiden was drowning in it, lost in the way Lucian held him, the way his lips devoured him like he was air itself.

He clung to Lucian, heart hammering against his ribs, but amidst the overwhelming hunger, something snapped in his mind, an urgency, a need to ask the question that had been haunting him.

"Lucian," he called breathlessly, his voice breaking against the weight of his own hesitation.

Lucian paused, his lips hovering just over Aiden's, his chest heaving with desire.