Xion was stirred from slumber by a trail of soft kisses. Featherlight touches scattered across his cheek, his jaw, and finally the vulnerable nape of his neck.
Raven-black lashes fluttered open like a butterfly shaking off dew in the early morning.
Once, twice, and finally the blurriness of the sleep that clung to his vision evaporated. He subconsciously moved his body only to hiss a sharp ache pulsing up his spine.
With his delicate brows furrowed, he groggily stared around. The blue curtains were still draped over the windows, allowing the room to remain shrouded in darkness.
Only the orange light that flickered in the crystal lamp allowed Xion the privilege to see.
"Awake, sweetheart?"
A low whisper stroked against his ear, startling poor Xion so much that he jolted up. Just one attempt to raise his leg in defense rewarded him with a stinging ache thrumming between his legs.
He could feel the warm breath fanning the back of his neck.
