Like the scent of any other Alpha’s pheromones, Zahir’s carried a refreshing fragrance interwoven with his unique, honeyed sweetness.
Cesare inhaled it deeply, as if savoring an intoxicating elixir, their lips locked in a fervent kiss.
The air around them grew heavy, saturated with the chaotic blend of their entwined pheromones.
Their shared heat burned through reason, a tempest that knotted their stomachs and sent shivers racing along their spines.
With desperate breaths mingling between them, their hands found each other’s faces, tracing fevered contours with a trembling urgency.
Driven by an uncontrollable need, Zahir surged forward, pinning Cesare beneath him in a swift, fluid motion.
Cesare’s legs parted instinctively, a silent invitation akin to a blooming flower revealing its delicate core.
Zahir found the entrance that had teased and beckoned, claiming it with the inevitability of waves crashing upon an unyielding shore.
“Cesare, ah...!”
“Ah, ...ah! Ugh!”
