Chapter 494. Threat

Proserpina

We lay in each other’s arms for a long while after we had made passionate love. Lucien had tried to be as gentle as he could possibly be and I had felt the tears rolling down as I reveled in his attempts to be tender.

‘Woman…,’ he groaned as he thrust into me, trying not to be forceful till I gripped his face between my hands and giggled,

‘Lucien Delano, I am not made of glass, you know.’

He looked at me, a look of astonishment briefly flitting over the craggy features before he thrust into me powerfully. I threw my head back as he plundered my womb and I felt the excitement grow, the familiar tingling spreading to my toes.

’This is what you need, eh?’ he grunted hoarsely as I lay beneath him, panting and writhing, totally at his mercy, my body welcoming his rough invasion of my wet, throbbing sex.

Later, spent and satisfied, I watched the long shadows of the evening slip in through the curtains as the world outside dar