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Proserpina

Lucien emerged from the elevator and I noted that despite the long day, he looked…

Charged.

A Sexually predatory aura hung about my lover.

I trembled in immediate response, feeling the heat flood between my thighs in anticipation...

He met my eyes and we stood for a while, just staring at each other. I felt my breath quicken at the expression in his eyes. The hunger, the heat.

it had been a long while since I had slept with him in the true sense of the word and after this morning at the clinic, I felt eager to touch him, this lover of mine, to feel his rough lovemaking on my pliant, welcoming body.

Lucien stepped forward, taking off his jacket as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on me. I stepped back. “Lucien,’ I whispered and he was beside me in a moment, his mouth slanting on mine, tongue probing. Wildly. Taking charge.

I let my hands move up his shoulders into his hair as he pressed my body to the wall forcing me to tilt my head as he held the nape of my neck,