Some time later, Master loosens the hood and
pulls it up over the bridge of Stefan’s nose. Fresh air floods his
senses, stunning him. Then warm lips cover his in a tender kiss.
“You can speak now,” Master murmurs against his mouth. “You passed
the test.”
Stefan gulps in Master’s breath. It takes a
second or two for him to find something, anything, to say.
When he can, he asks, “What’s that mean?”
“You’re mine.”
Another kiss, just as loving as the first.
Master licks Stefan’s lips before parting them, seeking his tongue.
Stefan pours everything he has into the kiss, the only touch he
feels—everything from his waist down is over-stimulated and buzzes
with a faint numbness. Even his shoulders have lost all sensation,
and he no longer feels the handcuffs on his wrists. His finger
