[Rynthall Estate—Lucein and Silas's Chamber—continuation]
Silas reached for the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lotion, wrapping it around his hand with deliberate care. But before he could move further, Lucein's trembling fingers caught his wrist, guiding it down between his thighs—at his hole. His breath was hot and desperate, his moans breaking against Silas's lips.
"Please… nghhh—just do it… fast," Lucein begged, his body trembling, the words spilling out like a sinner's prayer.
The plea hung in the air, raw and unrestrained, before silence swallowed the room whole. Silas froze, his crimson eyes burning with dangerous heat as he stared at his lover beneath him. Slowly, he leaned down until his lips brushed against Lucein's ear, his breath thick with pheromones that clung to every inch of skin.
"My love… you sure know how to seduce me," he whispered, his voice low, guttural, and dripping with hunger.
