Although the curtains were heavy and thick, they still fluttered slightly when a strong wind blew from the vast ocean.
When they did, the silhouette of a handsome man on top of another could be seen clearly.
The red-blond man arched his back and threw his head backward in painful pleasure while the dark-haired man beneath him locked his waist in place and fed him with the purplish, engorged shaft.
The terrifying weapon slipped in and out of Lucien's pink and swollen entrance obscenely, plundering his insides like a grave robber who was intent to take away every single valuable item.
In this case, it was the delicious, satiny sounds that spilled from Lucien's lips whenever Ronan grazed against his sensitive spots.
"Ronan, I can't... Not so fast... Slow, slow..." Lucien begged the other man, who did not know what it meant to slow down.
