C52 Wicked Ones

Ridged breath left Vincent's lungs like fire, fingers trickling under the soft filament of Kailan's shirt; fighting the urge to damn near rip it right from his chest. He had been attached to Vinny's neck for what felt like an hour, and every provocative bite and pulling kiss was forcing his restraints down harder. He was still concerned about hurting Kailan, so sex had been off the table