Valmont blinked. The sun’s rays had weakened a bit, but still shone warmly on his face. His body felt languid, sated, as if he’d truly fed on Serge during his vision.
He opened his eyes and blinked again. Was that a dark spot on his trousers? He brushed several fingertips over his groin. The material was damp. Apparently, his climax had been real.
The sound of a male sigh shot him into full consciousness. He turned his head in the direction of the sound, catching a glimpse of golden hair. The flaxen strands glinted in the sunlight. “What the—”His gaze roved from the hair to a young man’s face and lower, to a lithe tanned body. The man’s sleeveless shirt bunched up to reveal a gracefully muscular torso and perfectly sculpted chest covered with the lightest dusting of golden hair. A very t
