"Lucien, did you… Do something to me while I was drunk?" Julian asked, not because he did not know, but because he wanted to hear the full confession from the Duke's lips.
"Yes, I touched you," Alaric confessed with little to no remorse in his tone. "And not just that night," Julian's eyes widened. What? When else did he touch him that he didn't know? "I did it again the night I slept in your room. I tasted every inch of you until there was no place left that I hadn't licked."
Julian felt his heart hammering again. What was this? Even that night, too? The night he drank the sleeping potion… Ah, that explains a lot. The swollen lips made so much sense now.
He looked into the Duke's eyes. Even as he confessed, he didn't seem to feel remorseful, and Julian swallowed.
