Summary:

Their eyes lock, and for a moment the only sound in the room is their panting. The moment feels heavy, stretched thin, like both of them are waiting for it to snap.

And then Shane slaps him.

It’s not too hard - probably not even enough to leave a mark - but the sting of it is the spark that lights the flame. Ilya’s eyes roll back inside his head. His mouth drops open in a silent gasp as ecstasy rolls through his body like a forest fire, scorching every one of his nerve endings with white-hot desire.