Dàinn's lips trailed along the curve of Cassiel's jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses. "Tell me, Cassiel," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Tell me what you want."
Cassiel's mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions, but amidst the chaos, one thing was clear – he wanted Dàinn. He wanted to feel the soft touch of his lips against his own, to taste the sweetness of his love, and to lose himself in the passion of the moment.
"I want you," Cassiel finally managed to say, his voice trembling with desire. "I want your lips on mine. I want to feel your touch all over me."
Dàinn's eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled back slightly to look into Cassiel's eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. "I want this to be something special for both of us."
