The CEO's Forbidden Omega
Adrian entered with Ethan in his arms, without turning on the main lights—only the warm LED strips around the mirror and ceiling, creating an intimate dimness.
He carefully placed him on the heated marble floor. Ethan staggered, leaning against Adrian's chest. His large hands slid down to the hem of the oversized shirt that still covered him, slowly pulling it over his head. The fabric clung to his damp skin, revealing his marked body: purple hickeys on his neck, nipples, and the curve of his waist; red fingerprints on his thighs; his entrance still swollen, red, glistening with a mixture of both.
Ethan tried to cover himself with his hands, embarrassed.