Chapters 12 and 13 of Lord Bereshti's Concubines are up.
Silvian found himself returning the kiss, melting a little under Van’s hands. Working himself into a state of upset wouldn’t help anything. He pressed back against Van, letting his hips take as much contact as Van would allow. Van inserted his thigh between Silvian’s, silently, let Silvian rut against it as he would, petting his hair with one hand and using the other to trace interesting lines beneath Silvian’s jaw. Silvian let him do it, arching his neck when sensitive spots were traced, not breaking the kiss, enjoying the stubble of Van’s cheek tenderizing his own face with each movement.
From behind the wall, the muffled crack of a lash.