With shaky fingers, Elian undressed himself in the center of the Duke's chamber, his eyes watching Lucien the whole time.
His heart was hammering rapidly, but he didn't care; his lust was becoming greater than his nervousness.
He wanted that hot, devilish man in front of him.
Lucien saw the way Elian was drinking him in, but he made no reaction to it. "The desk, Elian," he said coldly.
Elian blinked, glancing behind him to look at the bed. But he said nothing and headed to the desk by the corner.
He leaned his waist on the side of the desk, watching Lucien walk toward his washroom. For a second, Lucien disappeared in there, and Elian grew anxious once again.
He stared down at his body, wondering why Lucien seemed to pay no attention to it. It almost felt like Lucien was rather trying to punish him than pleasure him.
