The carriage groaned on its axles. The wheels crunched over big and small stones, but neither of the two occupants noticed it.
At the same time, the driver also didn't notice the debauched scene inside the perfectly silent carriage.
The sultry heat rose inside, making the two tangled bodies sweat.
Two hands gripped Xion's hips, fingers digging into the delicate flesh as though Darius could mold him into something even more perfect. But then again, his baby was already perfect in every sense.
Emotions churned inside him. The shine in them dimmed another degree. The black had started to take control of all the colors.
The bloodlust was running rampant inside him, along with the blatant lust for Xion.
I might harm him, Darius thought to himself, willing his clamoring heart to stay steady.
Anya Hale, Caspian Hale, Silas Valaria... the names were transforming into spears, piercing into the chains that kept his darkness at bay.
