The kiss lasted for an unknown expanse of time, at moments deeply intertwined and at others parting just enough to allow them to catch their breath. By the time they separated, the burning breaths of the two people were still tangled together in a deeply ambiguous manner.
Lucien had been kissed to the point where the rims of his eyes turned red, entirely different from the tearful redness born of grievance just a moment ago. Right now, his eyes were sparkling like the rippling waters of autumn, and his wet eyelashes fluttered lightly twice.
Dominic Vance could not clearly articulate what this feeling was, only that looking at this appearance of Lucien was truly captivating to the eyes of others. He had once heard people say that there were individuals who possessed a profound allure, where sometimes a single glance was enough to leave someone endlessly stirred.
It was not without reason that history had seen emperors lose their kingdoms over a beauty.
A beauty?
