His eyes were fixed on him, but they were nowhere near Kenneth's face.
His gaze was hot and intense. Brows furrowed, lips parted. His hair, dark and usually perfect silk, fell into his face. He batted the framing pieces out almost angrily like they were getting in the way of the view.
"Such a sweet little hole," he murmured. "So pretty."
His blood had run thick and just the sight of it had his dick stiff as a pole.
Kenneth's groans resounded in the room. They became panicked and more wounded as he wrestled himself free from his grip. He kicked his boots off, removing the rest of his uniform. His jaw hung open and his pupils were so blown out Lucien could hardly see a trace of amber.
"We're…" he hissed, "…still at entrance…"
His sentence was broken in chunks as he breathed heavily. But Lucien could make them out. It was only then that he realized they hadn't moved away from the door. In all that heat, urgency, and excitement, they'd barely moved an inch.
