Dominic Vance stayed awake for almost the entire night. He just lay there, using one arm as a pillow for Lucien, while his other hand tightly embraced the youth's slender waist against his chest. Throughout the long night, Dominic did nothing but listen to the labored breathing of the person in his arms and struggle against the most primal instincts of a man.
Lucien slept restlessly. A mild fever made the young man's body radiate heat, turning his naturally fair skin into an alluring shade of pale pink. In his delirium, he would occasionally tremble, then instinctively seek a heat source by nuzzling even closer into Dominic's chest.
The damnably frustrating part was that Lucien was unimaginably soft right now.
