<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Despite all of his nervousness and trepidation, his uncertainty about whether or not he actually understood and wanted what he was wanting, Alexi did know one thing. He wanted Lucian. Definitely not as vicious and violent as his sister liked it, but he wanted Lucian. He wasn’t satisfied with phantom feelings every time the two of them indulged in Ayla’s adrenaline fueled version of intimacy, her own fear of commitment and affection getting in her way of something more substantive. But at the same time, he knew it wasn’t going to be the same. And not just because he was certain it would be significantly less aggressive. Still…. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">What would Ayla do…</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he took a breath, slipping his own fingers into his waistband and pulling his own undergarments off, the last shred of fabric between the two of them. Hesitating a moment as he started to fold it, instead he tossed it over to the chair, not wanting to get off the bed.</span>