[Rynthall Estate—Inside the Chamber]
"Haa… huh… ungh…!!!"
Lucien's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he clung to Silas—his fingers curling into the firm muscle of his thigh, searching for something solid in the storm of sensation. His skin was flushed and dewy, his entire body trembling, every nerve alive and tingling. The cool air brushed over his bare skin, but it did nothing to quench the inferno inside.
Silas held him close from behind, one large hand cradling Lucien's growing belly with careful reverence, the other buried between his spread thighs—two thick fingers working inside him with deliberate, intoxicating rhythm.
Lucien gasped again, hips twitching, his head falling back against Silas's shoulder.
"Ah—hngh…!"
Silas's other hand rolled a sensitive nipple between his fingers, teasing it until it was a deeper pink, until Lucien shuddered from overstimulation.
