If Holland has wanted to harm Kell, he would have done it by now. Kell was not the one that deserved that particular outcome.

His eyes closed and for a moment he just enjoyed the pleasure that came from those words. But he wasn’t someone that took, not at his core.

So when he pulled back enough to hover a breaths space apart he shook his head, “No, you must give. I will not take anything from you.”

Even still, one hand strayed, relinquishing one wrist so that he could run his palm down the others front. His finger tips caught on seams of fabric, and nudged it up enough to feel the skin beneath.