A warm breath escaped his lush lips as the youth laying delectably on the soft massive bed flinched when the heated lips of the man keeping his leg captive in a tight yet gentle grip. Moulin felt strange. Emotions mixed terribly. No one had ever done this to him before. It felt humiliating and somewhat strange... His heart was pounding hard. His gaze never leaving the strange scene in front of him.
Hadrian's heated lips slid up to the youth's vulnerable ankle. Teeth grazing the surface of the smooth milky skin. Moulin could no longer take it.
"Let me go..." Moulin rasped. His fingers digging deeper into the blankets.
Hadrian stopped. He raised his gaze slowly. His mouth hovering above the pale unblemished skin of the youth. "You think I'm assaulting you?"
"Are you not?" Moulin snorted.
