Proserpina

I will never recall how we made it to the bed; all I remember is the way we were, like two people who had just discovered each other's bodies.

Hungry, fierce. He was aggressive, his lust barely in check as his hands roamed over me, kneading and groping with a hunger only matched by mine.

In all fairness, Lucien tried to hold himself back, to be gentle but I was impatient. I realised belatedly, that carrying a baby in my womb had only made me more sensuous and ...