"I promised you," Michael told him, his tone dark with dominance, but tempered with some form of tenderness. "You'll be desperate to come." Kersen was far from there yet; in fact, he was remarkably composed for someone who had edged twice, something Michael was going to credit on his centuries of sexual experience and need for self-control in other aspects of his life. Michael had every intention of erasing that composure.

He slid his hand down Kersen's chest and brushed his hand over his nipple before pinching it sharply.