Chapter 159 S5

• Draco's mouth left his lips and travelled across his jaw, down his throat, pausing at his pulse point. The demon's tongue pressed flat against it, and León's hands tangled in that dark hair, holding him there. Draco's breath was cool, his lips cool, but the trail they left burned.
• Draco's tongue traced a path through the sweat and the residue of blood, cleaning him with a reverence that made León's eyes sting. The cuts stung where they were touched. Draco paused at his nipple. He circled it once with his tongue before he drew it into his mouth. León gasped, and his back arched involuntarily. The suction was gentle, almost teasing, and Draco's hand came up to cup his other side, thumb stroking the sensitive skin, giving equal attention.
• “Draco,” León whispered. The name felt strange on his tongue because he didn't know if he had the right to use it.