"Ah!" Eloi's breath left him in a sharp gasp when Silas suddenly hauled him backward. He stumbled, falling straight into the man's heavy embrace.
Silas didn't waste a second, dipping his head to press his nose into the soft junction where Eloi's neck met his shoulder. He took a slow, deep breath, tasting the air.
"Ah… you're sweet as always," Silas muttered. He seemed entirely unbothered by the way Eloi began to thrash, ignoring the elbows and the desperate rebelling of his body.
He just held him tighter, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against Eloi's skin.
"Such a pity if the whole world finds out their sweet, sweet darling Eloi Mouraix actually has a child with someone like me."
Eloi let out a sharp grunt, his muscles straining as he tried to shove Silas back.
All his resistance ended in a thin, quivering whimper when Silas suddenly gripped the front of his shirt and ripped the fabric open, buttons flying everywhere.
