CAUGHT

At exactly 6. Am., Lucien flutters open his eyes and rubs his eyes and face wearily.

He tries to get up only to feel a body pressing against him.

He has to lower his gaze to see Juliet's naked body on him. She is still lying on him and appears to be fast asleep.

Her hair is all over her face, and there are fluffy red imprints on her neck, parts of her cheeks, and almost everywhere else.

She looks flushed. He is certain she must be exhausted. As he recalls what they did earlier today, a slight smile appears on his face. He hadn't felt that way in six years. She had also abstained. Although he expected her to keep herself, he is still surprised that she did.

He can't put into words how he feels right now. Her moans and cries of pleasure can't seem to leave his mind.

He'd given her his all, and she'd gratefully accepted it. He's surprised he didn't lose control. She was too sweet that he couldn't stop going and going. Digging, digging, digging.

"Mine," an unexpected soft growl escapes h