Chapter 201: Something Sinister


    An arm sneaks under the bared milky thigh. Like a slithering snake, It glides against the soft skin.


    Lashes of silver fluttered. There was a distinct hotness that grew below his stomach. The youth, Moulin was too vulnerable andforted to resist it. Instead, his body wees it. He knows about this warm lingering touch, about whom theserge hands belonged to. Even if he were asleep, his body knows.


    Coolness caressed his skin. Which made a shiver climb up his spine. The shuddering sensation filled his insides. And Moulin moaned softly as he effortly tried to let sleep leave his body.


    There was a voice. So deep, filled with gentleness. A hiddenpelling desire, restrained by the chains of his will.


    Unable to bear with it any longer, silveryshes gently opens, revealing drowsy eyes. Yet, the moment he did a warm mouth abruptlytched on his inner thigh. Gasping, his back slightly rose from the bed. Moulin''s eyes were wide, sleep instantly vanishing, reced by surprise and shock.


    His gaze lowered and his voice softens as he sighed when the wet slide of a hot tongue stroked his skin. the flesh felt unusually sensitive. "What are you doing?"


    He realized he was bare from head to toe. The cool breeze from the open windows brushed on his skin. Uncertainty made a crease appear between his brow. However, he didn''t avoid the gentle kisses the man made on him between his parted legs. The sheets beneath him crumpled as Moulin raised himself on the pillows. He lies still. Azy look in his eyes.


    One delectable suck, Moulin shivered. He eyed the head of golden hair, the man painting his body with bruise-like marks.


    Amusement sparked within Lord Hadrian''s golden eyes. A smirk yed on his lips while he pressed his lips on the inner side of his lips. "Pleasuring us..."


    Moulin exhaled a breath as he felt hot lips drew nearer between his thighs. Tworge hands pried his legs wider. Therge build of the man savoring him advanced, towering over the paleness of the youth''s lower body.


    Moulin felt his knees being lifted and propped on the broad shoulders of the man greedily inhaling his scent. Silver eyes dazedly stared at the ceiling of the bed. His exposed chest rising and lowering steadily.


    "Where''s... S-Snow and Keir?" He rasped.


    "They are ying outside the room. It won''t be long before they tire themselves out." Hadrian responded as he slowly trailed his tongue at the root of Moulin''s left thigh. The tip of his nose teasingly grazed the plump petals of the youth''s dribbling slit. With dark eyes, he blew a dark breath. "Concentrate, love. Don''t think about anything else..."


    Moulin groaned. "I''m tired..."


    A chuckle vibrated on Moulin''s skin. The youth''s toes unconsciously curled as he swallowed dryly.


    "Then rest and enjoy everything I''m devoting to your body."


    Moulin felt himself melt as those words met his ears. He let his body go ck as he thought about what was the harm of letting the man pleasure him? The thought somehow brought a feeling of anticipation into his chest.


    Suddenly, Hadrian mouths the secret crevice between his thighs. Moulin jerked his head back as his mouth parted in a gasp. His hand abruptly held some of the thick threads of gold from Hadrian''s head in a clenching grip. The man, however, didn''t mind as he continued his sliding his tongue within the folds and vexingly.


    Hadrian relished the softness that brushed against his tongue. It felt delectably delicate and soft. The feeling was almost mind-muddling. He can feel the pure heated need that came to pour at his tongue and drenching the sheets beneath their bodies. He raised his gaze, eyeing the delicious curve of the youth''s beautiful neck. That vulnerable corbone. The flush that spreads throughout that delicate chest. Two pointed peaks, red and stiff.


    The sight was beyond entrancing.


    Encouraged as he drank the enthralling scene, his movements became rough and harsh. His tongue prodding the little hole that yearned for his attention. Sliding into those glossed lips.


    "A-Ah."


    Moulin writhed. Broken moans flew out from his mouth. His arms, thrown over his head. Hands clenching, clutching the pillows so hard the fabric threatened to tear. His legs jerked as his body did. Eyes shutting close at every flick of Hadrian''s tongue. Deep smoldering desire coiled inside his belly, shooting down to his genitals.


    Breathlessly shuddering, Moulin''s legs trembled as Hadrian props them higher on his shoulders.


    "W-Wait-"


    Hadrian dove right inside. Mischievously plunging into the sweet little slit. Moulin cries out as he clenches on Hadrian''s hair. His hips jerking, wanting more.


    As pleasure bubbled inside him, he felt the air turn got and tears filling the corner of his eyes. Moulin tosses his head. His hair in disarray, painting a beautiful picture of a helplessly pleasured creature. As he rolls his hips with ragged breaths trying to chase the nearing peak that felt so far, Hadrian abruptly removes his tongue and lifted his body.


    Moulin groans as he felt his calves brush down Hadrian''s shoulders. Disbeliefyered his lenient eyes.


    A deeply throaty chuckle filled the room. Rough hands untied theces and sps of his lower garments. He spent less attention on the thought of shedding his clothing, leaving only a few buttons open to release him some of the heat of his aroused body.


    Moulin shamelessly eyed the throbbing member within the grasp of the lord''s hand, stroking slowly. Lying on the bed with azy look in his eyes, Moulin only breathes in and out with his legs spread and limbs limp. He was too lethargic to entertain the giant beast that was about to split him into two.


    "You look ravishing, my love," Hadrian spoke as he brought himself closer between Moulin''s thighs. His other hand moved to drag the youth''s body towards him.


    "Just get on with it..." Moulin said. Annoyance filled his tone but it only caused the lord to grin.


    "My Impatient minx..."


    Moulin shut his eyes. Lips parted as he breathes as though he was panting. wless skin flushed like a juicy ripe fruit. He felt the blunt tip of the shaft''s head prodding at his hole.


    "Ahh..." Moulin arched his back as it slowly slid into him. Grazing his insides so perfectly that he wished it would havested longer.


    A stuttered breath escaped Hadrian''s lips as he lowered his head and stared at the ce where he was intimately connected with his lover. He kept going deeper and deeper. The rounded slit was deliciously wrapped around his member as if it was made for it.


    Moulin was made for him. He believed it. Even if he was a soul from another ne, even if his beliefs were different from Hadrian''s, it was as though this body was made to be owned by Moulin. However, he knew deep inside it wasn''t the youth''s body that captivated Hadrian.


    Hadrian leaned forward and abruptly wrapped an arm around Moulin''s waist. He thrust forcefully making the youth release a broken cry.


    ''I love him, I adore him, I worship him...''


    Moulin clutched Hadrian''s arms as he held on for dear life. His body helplessly rocked back and forth. Sweat and tears slid down his exquisite skin. Silvery strands stuck on his flesh as he parted his lips, releasing enticing pants and stimting moans. Hadrian pistoned inside him vigorously and he arched his body to wee it. "Ahh... Agh... Ah "


    There was once a calling in Hadrian''s heart. At first, he thought I was the endless need and want to obtain exceptional power and strength. However, when he met Moulin, he realized it didn''t matter anymore. The eternal call in his heart spoke to nothing and no one but Moulin. Hadrian''s heart knew that the one thing he was searching for was none other than his beautiful and fierce lover.


    They were fated to be one together. To desire each other. And even to die with each other.


    Hadrian''s eyes darkened tremendously. His bruising grip on Moulin''s waist left painful marks on the youth''s skin. Hadrian felt joy from it. He needed to mark his lover. To make every single person realized that he owned this dazzling creature of the moon. With eyes more beautiful than moonlight.


    And he is mine. He is mine forever. And no one will take Moulin away from him.


    "Agh, H-Hadrian..." Moulin rasped as he winced. His eyes are glossy with tears. "S-Slow down..."


    Hadrian grasped the youth''s forgotten member and mercilessly stroke it with a tight squeeze. Moulin crumbles into a quivering mess as he is pleasured with both genitals. Eyes turned dazed as Moulin felt the vein girth grazing his fleshy insides with each slide. The bed creaked loudly but they were too immersed to pay attention to it. Even if it''d break, they wouldn''t care for it.


    "Tell me you love me..." Hadrian demanded with fierce eyes as he wrapped his arms tight around the youth. His strong hips pumping rapidly. Caged within the lord''s embraced Moulin could only helplessly ept every thrust. The solid curve of the man''s length made him feel as he was being sawed. The stretch was painful yet... it felt amazing.


    He mumbled with hazy eyes. Head tilting at the side, staring at nothingness. Bliss filled every bit of his expression. "I-I love y-you..."


    "Yes..." Hadrian growled. Something sinister grinds into his heart. The pleasure slowly building up inside him as he sank his teeth on the unmarked skin of Moulin''s pale neck. A shuddering wave of pleasure abruptly floods him. Powerful jets, sinking into the depths of Moulin''s body. And the youth was too vulnerable to resist such attack. Smoldering heat fills both their bodies. The heat came to them like being sshed with a bucket ofva. Mind-muddling. Addicting.


    Mouljn''s lips gaped open. Breathless.


    "Gods..."