Kenneth watched Lucien, scanning every inch of his face in the dark.
He didn't have perfect vision like Strikers did, but he was still an enhanced human and therefore had superior abilities compared to the average human. So he could make out the outline of his face, the curve of his lips and the slight glow coming from his eyes.
Those eyes that carried a delicious darkness to them, possessive and sadistic.
A jolt ran up Kenneth's spine at the sight.
"You heard me. I want to make this last as long as possible," the Striker said, his deep voice damn near penetrating through his skin and wreaking havoc on his body.
Blood rushed to his ear when he heard his next words. "Wouldn't you like that? I have a feeling you would."
Kenneth's mouth hung slightly open. He had no words. All he could do was lie there, body partly propelled up and watch as Lucien's fingers snaked their way up and down his thighs, hip bone and inner thigh, touching everywhere but where he wanted.
