"A—aagh! Haaa—ngh..."
Etien's voice trembled, raw and unguarded.
Glen leaned in, lips brushing the Duke's ear. "Your voice is so seductive," he whispered, tongue flicking the edge of Etien's lobe. "I love it when you're like this, beast of the south."
"You've heard it before," Etien gasped, his breath hitching. "Over and over again—ugh..."
Glen smiled, slow and wicked. His mouth hovered near Etien's ear before he licked it again, sending a violent shiver down the Duke's spine. Etien tried to pull away, but Glen held him fast.
"Stop—ugh!"
"You're right," Glen murmured, savoring every moan. "But back then, we were both unconscious. Drugged. No sound ever truly reached us. Unlike now."
