Glen pulled Etien's face toward him, pressing a kiss so gentle it was almost hesitant, like he feared his lips might bruise the other man's.
Yet, with every fiber of his awareness, Etien, who had never been touched like this by another man, reacted instinctively. He shoved at Glen's chest, but just as in the bedroom before, Glen refused to let him go. His arms tightened around Etien, forcing him to stay in his embrace, stealing a kiss with the audacity only an emperor could possess.
"Hmp! Ugh—let me go—" Etien's voice was muffled, like he was speaking underwater, breath staggered between broken words as his hands fought back. But Glen held firm, his grip unyielding, commanding Etien to indulge in the kiss whether he wanted to or not.
"Hey, let me go—Your Majesty—hmp!" Etien gasped, only to be silenced again.
