The golden light spilled over the figure curled up on the bed. The small body was hidden beneath a loose blue shirt, a size too big for his slender frame.
Even the duvet couldn't hide the trail of red and purple marks snaking down his delicate neck before vanishing under the covers, leaving the onlooker's imagination to wander—what sinful pleasures had this little beauty endured?
Darius, the sinner who had ravaged his angelic lover all night, was already entertaining thoughts of another round as he knelt beside the bed, eyes drinking in the sight of his sleeping darling.
As if sensing the weight of that gaze, long, raven-black lashes fluttered open, revealing dazed blue eyes that struggled to take in the world around.
Xion stirred, wincing as the ache thrummed through his limbs, most especially his lower body.
