Re: Syn/Will
Every touch, every caress off his skin, set off little fireworks inside of Syn's body. He had never been so on edge before, not in nearly 100 years. Will Grey had an affect on him that no other could ever possibly mimic.
As he moved to do what he was told, Syn could not stop his body from shaking. He was trembling all over as he knelt on the chair, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the bottom of the chair, and his hands curled around the back. He was ready, God knows he was ready, and terrified. It had been a long time. This was going to hurt. But any amount of pain would be worth this moment. That much he knew for sure.