Xion glared at the culprit. His teeth were itching to bite this troublemaker who simply lowered his head and...
"Nngh!"
Darius kissed the sharp line of the hipbone. Then went lower still.
Xion's thighs trembled, lips parting with a small gasp as something wet licked, and then sucked a mark into the sensitive skin of his thigh in a slow, possessive motion.
The Archduke was truly starting over now, taking his time, branding his kitten inch by inch with reverent care as if he had all the time in the world.
Poor Xion had nowhere to run. So, he could only let himself be treated like a canvas for kiss marks.
When his sensitive skin was kissed, a shudder ran through his spine, forcing him to jerk his body.
A warm and moist tongue teasingly moved over the heated skin just enough to make his lover squirm. The archduke's breath was hot, trailing behind the wet trail of his mouth.
"You're so frail," he murmured against the skin. "Like something no one but me should touch."
