Zachary Armstrong couldn't help but laugh, "It seems Shane Winchester has found himself a very interesting woman."
"Oh? Are you interested in me?" Jackson Sully smiled lightly, a breeze tousling his somewhat disheveled long hair. Dust gathered on his delicate collarbone, refracting the sunlight, creating a distinct kind of beauty.
"Want to try?"
As soon as Jackson Sully finished speaking, Zachary Armstrong covered Jackson's lips with his own, ravaging them as if he were a general marching into enemy territory.
Jackson Sully didn't reject him, and aside from the initial discomfort, it didn't take long before they were entangled with each other.
The kiss deepened, Zachary Armstrong's gaze grew much more profound. He held Jackson's slender waist, repeatedly capturing his lips and gradually kissed his way down to his chin, neck, and collarbone.
Jackson Sully frowned and pushed him away, his lips still bearing the bloodstain he had left.
"What? Didn't like it?"
