Julian was still thoroughly immersed in the intoxicating haze of passion, entirely unable to awaken from his sensual stupor. His thoughts had already drifted away to distant, unreachable horizons, leaving him completely incapable of forming any coherent or logical ideas.
At this very moment, the only thing that remained within his mind was the visceral, overwhelming sensation of every single inch of his bare skin being devoured and torn apart, as if he were a completely defenseless, delectable piece of prey.
Ethan turned Julian over, gazing down at the sight of the younger man's pink tongue unconsciously slipping out from between his lips due to the sheer, mind-numbing waves of pleasure. Seeing this hopelessly wrecked state, Ethan finally felt a rare flicker of mercy stir within his chest, deliberately slowing down the relentless, driving pace of his thrusts in and out of the velvety depths.
