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Silver strands curled over his slender shoulders. The wide collar of the silken robe exposed the youth's delicate shoulders. Fair, milky white skin was flawless, like the soft luminous shine of a white pearl. Beautiful collarbones appeared vulnerable and delectable making one have the urge to bite and mark them. Moulin's fingers loosened as he forced himself to calm down.
As Lord Hadrian moved nearer to the edge of the bed, Snow narrowed his eyes, snarling adorably. There was a slight hostility in the small little fox's eyes.
Moulin hushed Snow and silently watched with a pounding heart as Hadrian sat on the edge of the bed by his right. The mattress dipped under the man's weight. Feeling a sudden dryness in his throat, Moulin lowered his gaze, blinking. His silver eyes distractingly fixing on his fidgeting fingers.
