And naturally, the ordeal did not merely end with the gentle act of dripping wax. Before the aphrodisiac properties of the wax oil could fully take effect on Julian's abdomen, Ethan had already lifted the candle glass a fraction higher.
The thick, viscous stream of melted wax rippled as it gently spilled over the rim of the glass, descending agonizingly slowly to land right between Julian's heaving pectorals. The sudden, scalding sensation against his incredibly fragile and sensitive skin caused his entire body to jerk slightly on pure instinct. The amber droplets clung tenaciously to his flesh, radiating a scorching heat that was accompanied by an intoxicating, bewitching fragrance. Julian's hands gripped the bedsheets beneath him so fiercely that his knuckles turned stark white, he pressed his lips together, yet he was utterly powerless to suppress the soft, strangled whimper that tore from his throat: "Mnn..."
