Marriage

Later as they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies still damp with sweat after their passion-filled lovemaking, Lucien gathered her in his arms, and she snuggled into him, her small hand tickling his chest, licking his flat nipples.

He growled a warning and she giggled as his hand clenched around her waist, tugging her closer to his hard, muscled length. Her small rounded stomach was digging into his side and he smiled slightly, as he thought of the eighth child growing in her womb.

Proserpina sighed as she thought of her husband.

With a sigh, she murmured softly, brown eyes luminous with a sheen of moisture as she whispered,

‘I can’t think of a life without you, Lucien.’

The seriousness of her words was clear and he met her gaze as she went on, dragging the comforter around her heavy breasts as she said softly,

‘ When Philippe said that…’

Alert immediately, he sat up on an elbow, and said, his voice threatening,

‘What did that young fool tell you?’

She sighed and moved to him on he