Darcy did as he was told and slipped onto the bed. He moved closer to Romain, until the vampire could easily haul the slave into his lap. Straddling him. Their eyes meeting. And then the vampire's hands brushed against his skin, feeling and savouring his slight, young frame. Darcy's hands had fastened like a clasp at the back of Romain's neck as he watched his new master watching and touching him. So very different to what he was used to, and yet at the same time exactly the right kind of master for him.
His cheeks pinkened a little at the compliment as he returned the soft kiss given to him. "Treasure isn't treasure unless the right person finds it," Darcy replied, pressing another kiss to the vampire's lips.