Chapter 69: A Dramatic Rescue
[Rynthall Estate—Silas’s Chamber—Same Night]
"Haa... haa... ahhh—ahhh..."
Lucien’s breath hitched, his back arching slightly as Silas trailed his lips down the slope of his neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin before his tongue followed, licking the sweat that beaded along his collarbone.
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"You smell..." Silas murmured between kisses, voice low and husky, "So sweet... so fucking addictive, my love."
Lucien whimpered, his fingers clawing helplessly at the sheets beneath him. "U-ungh... s-slow down... please..."
But Silas didn’t slow. His pheromones were thick in the air—hot, possessive, and primal. The room pulsed with it, drenched in desire, and Lucien’s body trembled under the weight of his heat. Their bodies moved in sync, Silas buried deep inside him, every slow, deliberate thrust drawing out helpless moans from Lucien’s swollen lips.
THWOP. THWOP. THWOP.
Lucien collapsed against the mattress, breath ragged, his chest heaving. "H-how many rounds... was that...?" he managed between gasps, voice dazed and cracked.
Silas smirked against his flushed skin, licking lazily at one of his nipples, making Lucien cry out again. "Just six, my love."
Lucien’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and glazed with pleasure. "J-just... six?" he echoed, barely believing it himself.
Silas chuckled, then lowered his lips to Lucien’s stomach, trailing soft kisses down to the slight curve. "I’m dying to mark you," he whispered, breath ghosting over Lucien’s skin, "but I know... this isn’t the right time. Not yet."
Lucien looked down, barely able to lift his head, strands of sweat-damp hair clinging to his cheeks. "You still want to bite me though, don’t you?"