Chapter 122: Permission to Touch [M]
Claude’s lips finally met Jade’s, softly at first—warm, unhurried, and devastatingly deliberate. It felt as though a feather touched his lips, careful and light. Somehow, the gentleness relaxed him.
The kiss was a brush of heat, light enough to test, but it sent sparks dancing down Jade’s spine all the same. His breath hitched as the world narrowed into nothing but the feel of Claude’s mouth on his own. He lost track of time.
The meeting of their lips was soundless, like a leaf touching the ground after it fell from a tree. The only sound was the crackling of wood and fire, and even the cave was hauntingly silent.
Jade’s eyes fluttered half-open. He was checking if it was really Claude’s lips or just something soft.
But then, suddenly, the heat changed. What began as gentle turned sharp, urgent, and hungry.
Claude leaned in, deepening the kiss with a growl low in his throat, and Jade’s thoughts evaporated. His body ignited, pulse roaring in his ears as Claude stole every breath he had left.
It wasn’t careful anymore. It wasn’t tentative. It was like something snapped in the captain, and dominance took over.
Claude kissed like a man starved, like he’d been holding back for far too long—and Jade, to his own surprise, let him. He welcomed him. His fingers curled into the cloak beneath him as Claude’s weight hovered just above, close enough to feel, but not close enough to satisfy.
The captain’s hands framed his face with startling gentleness despite the fire in his kiss, tilting his head just enough to claim him again.
Jade’s body ached, too warm, too sensitive. His legs trembled beneath the strain of staying still, his senses drowning in the taste and feel of Claude.
Until it became too much for him. He was a novice in this kind of department. Has he ever been kissed this intensely by someone?