PROLOGUE
The pale, slender hand stroked his cheek and tenderly turned Harry's head to look into his mercury eyes. His touch was gentle and soft – unlike the rough treatment Harry was used to – yet strong enough to hold his gaze in place. The grey, bottomless eyes studied his own, with an ease Harry knew he should be worried about, but the fact that the man before him knew and cared so much about him that he understood everything Harry was feeling with a single glance made him feel more loved, and at ease, than he ever remembered feeling.
Harry inhaled sharply as the angel before him raised his other hand to stroke his lips with the pad of his thumb, grey eyes burning with a mixture of desire and love. Eyes so close to his own, that blonde hair brushed his flushed face, and he could smell his angel's expensive cologne.
'Tell me again.' Lucius whispered, his breath fluttering against Harry's face, his head bent to bury his face in Harry's raven locks, and inhaling the sweet scent of the only person he loved more than himself.
