"Parfait," Asher whispers, his thoughts running along similar lines to Nathaniel's. The reactions from Nat, the way he opens up so fully, so easily, never fail to astonish Asher.

He pulls his fingers free of Nathaniel's body, his other hand still at the nape of Nat's neck as he shifts, thrusting smoothly into Nathaniel, crushing his lips against his leopard's.