Zephyr's eyes were clear—so clear that Lucien could even see his own flushed, disheveled reflection in them. Finally, a thought crossed Lucien's mind.
He was played...
'This son of a—'
Lucien didn't even get the chance to curse in his head. The next second, his mind went blank as he felt the tip of his tongue bitten, sending a shudder of pleasure through him.
All his attention immediately narrowed on the slick and cool feeling inside his mouth that sent shivers down his spine as Zephyr nipped and sucked on his tongue. His heart was beating so, so fast, he felt like it would burst out any second. But then... Lucien's gaze blurred and his eyes started to roll slightly.
Ah... He forgot to breathe again.
But this time, amid his muddled thoughts, the man holding him broke away for just a small, brief moment, thumb brushing away the moisture at the corner of his lips as he leaned in impossibly close, voice dropping into a low, deep murmur against his lips.
"Breathe."
