Lucien looked down at his Woman who was sleeping. Her body was snuggled to his and even in sleep, he had been holding her to him, a heavy leg thrown over her thighs, trapping her body.
They had made love all night long and she was sleeping the sleep of a person who was exhausted. He had repeatedly brought washcloths to wipe the inner thighs of his woman for after a while, she had seemed incapable of standing upright beneath the shower.
At one point, he had draped his large, heavy body over hers, trapping her beneath him as he f*cked her while she lay helpless and panting beneath him on her stomach, as he drew his c*ck out, only to plunge into her wetness, hard and unrelenting as she gasped, scrabbling wildly under him.
‘This c*nt belongs to me, understand, wh*re?’ he grunted hoarsely, turned on by the feel of her helplessness. He gripped a fistful of her hair and bit her nape as she whimpered, ‘Yes, Lucien, yours. Only…’
She panted helplessly.
He flicked a hand over her round as* cheeks, slapping her hard and slipped his hand to her cl*t, pinching as she squealed and came, squirting her juices in a frenzy. Her body was shuddering as he held her, feeling the wetness that he had made her eject with such force.
‘Lucien, please,’ she mumbled softly, begging him and that was like a trigger.
He grunted, emptying rope after rope of his thick seed into her as she shuddered, receiving it all gratefully. Finally he was done and he rolled away, looking with relish at her exhausted frame as she shut her eyes, gasping.
“Not bad for an old man, eh?’ he grunted, rolling to her again and forcing her to turn,
Her thighs were coated with his seed and he smiled as he traced her full breasts, the nipples hardening helplessly as she flickered her eyes open to look at him. The marks on her breasts made him want to ride her again, but he knew that she needed to rest and he pulled her to him as she whimpered.
‘Is your c*nt sore, Woman?’ he growled, his stubbled cheek rubbing against her tormented nipples and she gripped his head helplessly as he licked them into hardness.
She was like clay beneath him, he thought in wonder, he could make her come even now, though she was deeply exhausted. He slid two fingers into her dripping wet pus*y as she moaned.
‘No more, please, not now… Sir…’ ‘ she gasped.
He laughed cruelly but he refrained from teasing her further. She was already asleep when he returned to the bed with a warm washcloth and cleaned her.
Later, as they lay, her body molded to his, hours later, after another bout of gentle lovemaking, she sighed and said, ‘I should get back home.’
He commanded her,” Stay.’
She turned to look at him reproachfully but the look in his eyes, the softness of her lover made her sigh and sink back into the welcoming arms of her Mafia Don.
She nuzzled his chest, the curly coarse hairs tickling her as he rumbled, curiously concerned,’ “Woman, Did I hurt you?’
She dimpled wearily as she replied,’ A little. ‘
He smiled proprietarily and said in a hoarse voice, rolling over to raise himself on his elbows, holding her trapped beneath him as she winced.
‘ You will be fine. Because I shall want you at night again.’ Her eyes widened and he smiled in spite of himself.
She saw that he was teasing her and she flung her arms around him, kissing him deeply.
*
Later, as they shared breakfast he pulled her to him roughly, his large calloused hand on her breast.
Proserpina knew that her lover was under a lot of stress. The fact that Piers had been with the assassin; the fact that Tara had been hoodwinked by his greatest enemies, and now Ria’s wedding… all of it had hit him hard.
Gustav had brought in their breakfast and left it in the antechamber discreetly.
Now the Boss watched his woman through narrowed eyes as he grunted,
‘Come woman.’
She climbed onto his lap as she murmured,
‘Are you alright now?’
He jerked his head around to meet her knowing look, the brown eyes soft with understanding as she sighed and said,
‘Lucien, I know you are troubled, my love.’ She kissed his mouth gently, that cruel mouth, the harsh cheekbones, the grey stubble.
He met her warm brown eyes, shining with love for him, and tugged her soft body closer, a hand cruelly closing about her large, soft breast as he kneaded it.
Proserpina knew her husband had been under a lot of stress lately. Battling the Monk and his devious plans; the fact that his beloved children had been led astray was also weighing heavily on him. Tara’s foolishness was something he regarded as a personal failure; Piers and his relationship, for there was no question about his sleeping with the Assassin, they knew it when they took one look at his troubled face, eyes shadowed with dark circles; and now, Ria, his beloved daughter, getting married. It was almost too much for the man who had taken on the role of protector of his family. She sighed and stifled the cry as he pinched her nipple, his mouth sinking into her nape.
He buried his face in her hair and said, in a growl,
‘Never leave me, Woman. I could not bear that.’
She shifted, her hips wriggling on his lap and he stifled a groan. The feel of her familiar body, the fact that he had not f*cked her for a week before he had ridden her so thoroughly last night, it was too much. He loved this woman so deeply, it was like a physical ache.
‘Lucien, I want to grow old with you, to die in your arms…’
*
It was such a strange thing to say that he automatically stiffened.
She seemed surprised by her words too for she moved uneasily as he tugged off her gown, leaving her naked, perched on his lap.
“What did you mean?’ he growled but there was a trace of seriousness underlying his voice.’
I love you, she said earnestly, turning to him and pressing her forehead to his, shutting her eyes as she went on softly,
‘ and I want to spend my entire life with you.’
He grunted, and they were silent for a while as he rested his head on hers, his eyes half closed, reveling at the moment.
Then he spoke, dispelling the seriousness, a twist to his mouth,
“I might not be able to f*ck you so thoroughly. Will you look to other men to service you, Woman?’
She stared at him in bewilderment. As she shook her head, he went on, grimly, a hand going up to her throat,
‘I will kill you, Woman before that.’
She smiled then as he wound her hair around her throat.
‘Lucien…’ she sighed as she giggled a little breathlessly. “And how will you do that, my Master?’
He stilled as she went on, her expression becoming serious,
‘I would never want another man in my life, Lucien Delano. And you should know that.’
He shifted on the comfortable armchair, his magnificent muscular physique rippling as he pulled her closer to him.
She snuggled into his chest as she shifted on his lap.’
‘Ria…’ he began and she smiled, a tiny mischievous smile as she turned to look at him, stroking his stubbled jaw reflectively.
‘ Are you okay now?’
He sighed, kissing her hard and then he growled,
‘My baby daughter…she’s too young…’
Proserpina squirmed in his lap and glared at him in mock annoyance.
“And what about how you got me pregnant with the twins when I was around the same age, you heartless womanizer?’
He looked at her, narrow-eyed.
‘That was different, woman,’ he declared loftily,’ You already belonged to me. I was breeding my own bit*h”
*
As she opened her mouth to protest vehemently, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, depositing her beneath him as he mounted her.
She squirmed,
‘No, Lucien, not again, please.’
But he could see the wetness in her pink pu*sy glistening in readiness.
He gave a rich chuckle of amusement and lowered himself onto her, trapping her beneath him, his long, thick erection throbbing against her belly, showing her how aroused he was but respecting her desperate plea.
Kissing her deeply till she lay panting and breathless, her moist plump lips swollen, he surveyed her tenderly; then he nodded.
“Philippe is a good man.’
His woman sat up, pushing him away a little, kissing his jaw as she added softly,
‘He will care for her and he loves our daughter deeply,’
The Mafia Don grunted, his eyes on her firm nipples as he toyed with them.
With a sigh, he acknowledged the inevitable and she wound her arms around his neck. As he fell back onto the bed, taking her with him, he thought,
‘ This is what I cherish the most, this little woman who is trying to make me heal.’
And he thrust his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her, fervently.