The words hit Javed like a physical force, knocking the last breath straight out of his lungs.
For days, Martin had been an unreachable fortress of ice and corporate discipline. But as he stood over Javed in the firelight, the fortress shattered completely. The dark intensity in Martin’s eyes was no longer guarded—it was raw, unshielded, and terrifyingly hot.
Javed didn't get the chance to speak. Martin reached down, his large hands gripping Javed by the waist and pulling him off the sofa in one effortless, fluid motion. Javed’s boots hit the rug, his chest slamming against Martin’s broad, solid frame.
Martin’s mouth came down on his with a fierce, punishing hunger that made Javed groan aloud.
It was nothing like the hesitant, controlled touches they had shared before. Martin kissed hi
