Chapter 84. Finding Each Other

Proserpina

I will never recall how we made it to the bed; all I remember is the way we were, like two people who had just discovered each other's bodies.

Hungry, fierce. He was aggressive, his lust barely in check as his hands roamed over me, kneading and groping with a hunger only matched by mine.

In all fairness, Lucien tried to hold himself back, to be gentle but I was impatient. I realised belatedly, that carrying a baby in my womb had only made me more sensuous and heightened my sexuality. I wanted him with an appetite that was not going to be appeased lightly.

As I flicked my tongue tantalizingly across his nipples and then nipped them, he groaned,

"Woman, I don't want to hurt you. Stop teasing me.'

For an answer, I reached out and stroked his now-exposed strong manhood which was as thick and strong and savage as my eager, wet womanhood remembered it to be.

He hovered over me, his big body anchored on his powerful arms