[Rynthall Estate—Silas's Chamber—Same Night]
"Haa… haa… ahhh—ahhh…"
Lucien's breath hitched, his back arching slightly as Silas trailed his lips down the slope of his neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin before his tongue followed, licking the sweat that beaded along his collarbone.
"You smell…" Silas murmured between kisses, voice low and husky, "So sweet... so fucking addictive, my love."
Lucien whimpered, his fingers clawing helplessly at the sheets beneath him. "U-ungh… s-slow down… please…"
But Silas didn't slow. His pheromones were thick in the air—hot, possessive, and primal. The room pulsed with it, drenched in desire, and Lucien's body trembled under the weight of his heat. Their bodies moved in sync, Silas buried deep inside him, every slow, deliberate thrust drawing out helpless moans from Lucien's swollen lips.
THWOP. THWOP. THWOP.
