Moulin flinched.
His eyes snapped open in the darkness. Naked and wrapped in a familiar embrace under the blankets, his heartbeat quickened suddenly. A serene silence filled the bedroom with the moonlight beaming through the paned windows serving as the only light source. Moulin blinked, trying to shake off his drowsiness before he turned around, facing the handsome lord slumbering beside him.
Disheveled golden hair made him look less intimidating and more youthful. His long lashes twitched slightly while he frowned as though he were trapped in a dream. The youth's ears reddened, recalling their passionate night. The fire seemed to burst from his cheeks when he remembered how Hadrian lecherously grabbed both his legs, anchoring Moulin's ankles on his shoulders before hastily thrusting into the fiery seam between his legs.
