When the carriage came to a screeching halt, the Archduke very reluctantly pulled himself out with a hoarse groan.
Suddenly, he wished the path were longer. Funny, considering he had complained more than once about how terribly long it took for him to visit the meeting chambers, which were very close to the night market.
Xion let out a muffled groan as he felt something sliding down his thigh. However, instead of caring about it, he buried his head deeper into the crook.
They needed to step outside, and he was still naked, if one ignored the crumpled shirt still hanging on his elbows.
He clung to the broad shoulders, trusting Darius with all his heart.
Someone like him, who got flustered by the simple kisses in public, was now utterly content with a warm embrace.
Looking outside where the moon was so high in the sky, Darius could more or less guess that it must be past midnight.
