When the imp pulled away, Stolas chased after his lips. Was this over? They didn't discuss the duration of them kissing, but I didn't want this to end so soon. Stolas was about to say something when Blitzø's hands were suddenly back on him, whipping off his brooch to expose his tender flesh under the safety of his high collar. O-oh... okay, so this is how he wanted to play this. He.... he was okay with this.

A sharp pain tipped with scorching pleasure shot through his body as teeth sunk into his neck. The prince's whole body lurched forward bucking his chest into the imp's, back arching back with a humming groan caught in his throat.

"Ahhh... fuuUck." Stolas pants out, his hands finding Blitzø's shoulders as he shifted again to straddle his lap. "Harder..."