Unearthed (The Dungeon Black Duology 1)

And Max was definitely feeling something similar. Because looking back, no one could fake a kiss like that. Sean would know. He’d had to do it often enough. Had gotten pretty good at it, too. But even he couldn’t emulate that kind of energy. God, the way Max had reciprocated his advance. The way he’d kissed Sean with such fiery abandon. He’d been taking what he wanted in those heated moments. What he wanted—and it hadn’t been Sean’s dick. It’d been his mouth. His kiss. His intimacy. Connection. And holy fucking shit, he’d felt ravenous. As if somehow Sean had triggered something deep in Max’s prison, momentarily freeing his starving soul.

Sean peered over his shoulder as he reached the top step, glancing to where he’d last seen Max’s truck. Tonight had been a turning point, he could feel it in his bones. And Max had felt it, too, no doubt about it. Which not only gave Sean hope for something more, but the incentive to actively pursue it. He wanted Max, more than he’d ever wanted anything, and Max was starting to want him. So he’d make Max his goal, find a way to win him over. It was only a matter of time. God knew, whenever Sean set his mind to something, he never gave up until he got it.