[Rynthall Estate—Silas's and Lucein's Chamber—continuation]
Silas's tongue flicked lazily over Lucien's hardened nipple, teasing circles and enjoying it.
Meanwhile, Lucein...touched his lips with his tongue, mumbling, "It's chapped."
And then suddenly—
BITE.
"Ahhh—!" Lucien's back arched, a strangled groan escaping his lips. He smacked Silas squarely on the head with his palm.
THWOCK.
"That hurts, you idiot!" Lucien's voice was sharp, but his flushed cheeks and trembling thighs betrayed him.
Silas only chuckled, lips curving against his chest. "Mm… but it tastes too good to resist." His tongue soothed over the bite, slow and hungry, before suckling hard enough to make Lucien whimper again.
Lucien covered his face with one hand, groaning. "G-Gods… he's sucking like a starving child. What did I marry into?"
