Lucien met his own gaze in the mirror. Those sharp, almond-shaped eyes were now brimming with tears, the corners of his eyelashes wet, and his cheeks flushed with a pale pink hue like early spring peach blossoms. The dark blue silk shirt slipped down, revealing his slender collarbones and faint red hickeys that looked like fallen petals on his fair skin. Behind Lucien, Dominic Vance resembled a predator that had finally secured its prey; the man's eyes were dark and satiated, his warm breath washing over Lucien's ear in rhythmic waves.
