Despite the mana crystals thrumming at the corners of the roof, keeping the chilly wind away, Xion shivered.
Two big hands moved over his body. One was methodically dabbing his bare thigh with a damp cloth while the other wandered elsewhere, with far darker intent.
It easily slithered under his shirt, making him squirm.
"Sit still."
Xion tried. He really did. But his limbs refused to obey, trembling faintly no matter how tightly he clenched his fists over his shirt.
Little shocks raced through his body wherever those hands touched, leaving him tense and breathless.
The one caressing his bare stomach had him sucking in his breath.
"Luckily," Darius drawled, pretending to inspect him, "your shirt was spared from the worst of it."
Yeah?
In the haze,Xion looked down. There were just a few red stains, tiny enough to be swallowed by the folds of the fabric as the hand on his stomach was climbing up.
