Seeing the usually clear eyes now soaking wet, hazy, and completely veiled by a misty layer of tears caused Ethan Caldwell's heart to tremble even more profoundly. It was a complex mixture of the lingering afterglow of pleasure and the absolute, ultimate mental exhaustion following that terrifying mental resonance from earlier. Julian simply lay there beneath Ethan's body, panting softly, looking at the older man with an intense and unwavering focus.
That gaze held absolutely no evasion, nor did it carry the usual seductive teasing. Instead, it bore a concentration so deep it was heartbreaking. It was as if Julian was utilizing every last ounce of his remaining strength, using those eyes to fiercely memorize every single contour of the face of the man before him, desperately trying to carve Ethan deep into a mind that was on the verge of shattering.
That realization drove Ethan entirely to the brink of madness.
