Kevin was barely in his own mind, much less Alec's, but he was too far gone to care. He liked the way she was holding tight, nails digging into his back, liked the sounds she was making and the words she formed even if it took him a moment to remember why she was saying Alec, not Kevin. He didn't care about remembering that, not right now, not when his body was being flooded with sensation, when she was driving him - whoever he was right now - on to passionate heights he'd never reached before.
Which might have been partly because somewhere inside, there was a part of him that hated her as well as feared her. Hated her because he feared her, maybe, but it made him absolutely willing to tear at her skin with his mouth and hands, the sounds he made - somewhere between growls and groans - coming out hot on her skin as his mouth moved over the parts of her body he could reach.