ProserpinaWhen we finally stepped out of the bathroom, the twins were stirring.“Go to your own rooms!” bellowed Lucien.Ria sat up, rubbing her face and yawning hugely, her eyes searching and Piers peered at me short-sightedly.’”Mumma?” he asked.Ria beamed.’Mumma is smiling, and she is turning pink. She is fine!”They whooped and ran out of the room as I blushed again. I sank onto the stool. Lucien had not let me get aroused; instead, he had bathed me gently.Lucien came to me, his bathrobe fastened loosely around his powerful physique.Tilting my chin, he looked at my face, my swollen lips and bent down to kiss me hungrily.“You can stop feeding the little ones now, right?” he asked hoarsely, raising his head after a long time, roughly fondling my heavy breasts.I was pressed against his body, mindlessly lost in a state of bliss.“Another month, Lucien, please.” I murmured as he fondled my heavy breasts hungrily, his fingers gently twisting my large, hard nipples.He swore and k
Lucien He was in his study in the house, surrounded by the familiar sounds, albeit muted, coming from outside.He had been studying the reports sent by his second in command, Schwartz. Both he and Aiyana had settled into a small, inconspicuous apartment that had been arranged for by one of his colleagues in Slovakia.Now they would smoke out the man. Lucien had wanted to be there to cut to the chase but his wife and family were top priorities.*His children were running about on the lawns, laughing, shouting and screaming.Thrusting his fist into his pocket, he stood at the wide windows, bulletproof as they were, staring outside. Ria and Piers raced about with Paddy bumbling around. The twins took care to see he was included in their game, he noticed absently. They had begun to include him and treated him like a sibling.Lucien Delano had never had the luxury of playing in such a carefree way, he mused. He had had to take care that he was not exploited sexually by any of his mother’
ProserpinaI left Lucien’s study, smiling. The man had an insatiable sexual drive and I knew by now, how to keep him wanting. I dimpled to myself as I crossed the corridor and went up to the babies’ room. The little ones were awake. Yes, I knew it because I could feel the heaviness in my breasts. Camille was holding my little girl and cooing while the other two nurses were busy with the boys.Camille looked my way and smiled.I thought she had thawed a lot since she arrived at our place, smiling at her affectionately. She had a special fondness for my littlest daughter.“Let’s name her Tara, Mumma.’ Ria had suggested eagerly last evening as she hung on her father’s arm. He had kissed her head indulgently. If she had asked for the babies to be named bizarre names, he would still have agreed, I thought drily.*Now I approached and cuddled my son, the elder of the two. He immediately turned his head to my breasts and the nurses giggled. “Your buttons.’ one of them pointed out, and I t
ProserpinaI snuggled into the warmth of my husband’s body and murmured gently as he kissed my neck. To some surprise, I realized that it was early morning and I had actually slept through the entire night after having tumbled into bed early. I had no idea when Lucien had joined me. But his heavy arm clasping me to his body had been a reassuring, familiar weight all the night long.Now I turned to him, shifting in his arms. Lightly, I traced the hard features, the grey stubble on his face, as the narrowed grey eyes studied me. I could feel his hard wood against my body and I trembled slightly in longing.But even as he raised himself on an elbow and kissed me, my arms willingly going around his neck, the sound of his phone on the dresser, pinging loudly, made him move away from me with a vulgar oath. I rolled my eyes.LucienScowling, he strode over and grabbed it, swearing as he snarled at the person on the other end of the phone.And then I could hear the excitement, sharp and raw i
ProserpinaI watched Lucien as he prepared to leave. Frustration was writ large on his face as he was told by the pilot that they needed to wait a day; heavy snowfall in the area where he wished to go was preventing any kind of air traffic.He thundered at the man but Beston stepped in quietly, his calm presence and sane voice saving the situation.“Look, Boss,’ said the man, using his years of familiarity with Lucien to push his views forward,’ “Boss, flying into a blizzard is not going to help. It is dangerous.’ Lucien swore some more crude and violent abusive words that made me cringe. Beston glanced over his shoulder at me, almost apologetically. But both of us knew Lucien. When he was in a foul mood, the ugliest, filthiest words he used were shocking. But I was, sadly enough, actually getting used to it now.Like a furious lion in a cage, he kept, pacing about restlessly and then stopped, his thick fingers raking his hair, scowling fiercely.As always, he was well dressed and my
Lucien Later he cradled her in his arms, holding her to his chest as she lay, spent and panting, her lovely body worn out from his fierce possession of her His c*ck reared again, he wanted to take her, all day long, if he could, but was not possible. She raised her face and he bent to kiss her. She whimpered, he had bitten her lip and it was plump and red. But the sight of the marks he had left on her full breasts, the firm nipples still erect and begging for more as he gazed at them lewdly, all of it made him want to slake his lust on her again. And after all, she had come to him, had she not? he thought his passion growing again.With a grunt, he rolled her onto her stomach and she moaned as she knew he was going to take her again, this time, from the back. He slipped his hand to her breasts, kneading and rolling her nipples as she mewled in want, while he prepared her for his onslaught, playing with her clit and teasing her. Paying her for teasing him.She spread her legs, quiver
LucienHe watched as his wife wrapped the robe around her bare body and wafted out. He was going to join her, in a few minutes, after he had checked with Schwartz and also, once he had spoken to Tristan Lord.The first call made him tense. Schwartz sounded excited.“Boss, the snow is letting down. You can fly in tonight or maybe earlier.’And then, ’It’s him, yes, It’s Dmitri, that bas*ard, alight.’Lucien felt his gut muscles clench. He was going to leave. Lucien Delano had no desire to leave his sexy, loving wife but he had to. He would sorely miss her and his children, he thought, running a thick hand over his tired face. But he had no option.Knowing that Proserpina would do her best to hide her fear and anxiety, he sighed. He was still getting used to the idea of loving a woman so totally.No one had ever managed to hold him captive in their hands, no one whose feelings he would have ever considered above his own wants; but this woman had made him think of her, of their children b
ProserpinaI stood staring after Lucien as the cars pulled away from the drive that afternoon. it was warm but a chill was setting in. I knew winter was approaching. Somehow, my heart felt leaden. I had not wanted to let him go and had clung to him, silently, trying not to cry.Finally, his face in my hair, he had said in a tormented growl.“Woman, I need to go.” He held me at arm’s length, looking into my face, his grey eyes hot with fury.”You know it, woman. I have to kill that bas*ard. After all that he did to you…” and he had pulled me to him, crushing me to his length, and then, with a harsh kiss, he had thrust me away and strode out to the waiting cars. With my fist in my mouth to prevent myself from sobbing out loud, I looked at the large black car as it drew away speedily and was lost in a cloud of dust as the other four cars along with it revved past.“Come back to me, please. Come back safely.” I prayed.My legs felt as though they would give way, and I turned blindly to