[Rynthall Estate—Bathroom—Continuation]
The air in the bathroom was thick with steam, the scent of their mingled sweat and soap clinging to the marble walls. Lucein's chest still rose and fell erratically against Silas's shoulder, the aftershocks of release trembling through his body.
Silas tilted his chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet. That wicked smile of his curved like sin itself, his robe clinging damply to his muscled frame.
"On your knees, my love," Silas murmured, his voice low and commanding, yet dripping with affection. His thumb brushed along Lucien's swollen lips. "Show me how much you have craved me for these years."
Lucein's breath hitched, his body flushing hot under Silas's gaze. "You're too much."
"Am I?" Silas asked.
Then, a faint whimper escaped him as lucein knees touched the cool floor, his trembling hands reaching for his husband's half-slipped robe.
