The mix of sweetness and spicy and Rhys reciprocating the kiss in a way he hadn’t before, as if he found a hunger he hadn’t had. In the back of his head, he knew his beast was right there, knew it wanted more and more and more. Wanted to bite him again, wanted to be bitten again. That should have scared him, a little at the very least, but he didn’t listen to it.
Instead of a whine or plea, there was a soft almost growl at being bitten again, his hands pulling upwards at the material they clutched. It was an obvious appeal for the beautiful shirt to go away, one he didn’t even think of. How could he when he could barely think about how he felt, physically? He wanted skin under his hands. The Kiss, the stroking, the feeling of Joseph’s own blood roaring through him now. It had him shivering and shuddering under it all, making soft noises, and louder ones. He was inexperienced, every single part of this new for him. He wanted to ask him to wait, wanted to slow down, to not end this so soon, but there was no way he was going to ask for that.