Like a delicate porcelain figurine, Azrael held Knox with much carefulness. His left hand was gently grasping Knox's waist as though he feared that a bit of pressure would break him, while his right one was cupping the back of Knox's head, pulling him closer.
"Say that again," Azrael gave them room to breathe but unconsciously flared his pheromones out in the room. He rested his forehead on Knox's and hoarsely repeated, "Say that again…who did you miss?"
Knox blushed, yet he locked his eyes on those grey orbs, never leaving them even once, never letting them doubt him again. In a whisper, he softly mumbled, "I missed you."
Azrael's pupils shook with ardor. Fire burned under his eyes and his scorching gaze burned Knox with his unmistakable desire. Knox inhaled that calming scent and once again, all his worries and
