Enslaved in Ecstasy

“Does it feel nice? Do you like it when I touch you here?” He murmured, watching the young man’s face and drinking in every nuance, every expression, and the way his cheeks never seemed to lose their blush, though the rest of him was so very pale. He was beautiful to Nash. That’s why there was really no other option but to own him, to make this shy, angry boy completely his and his alone.