Proserpina

Lucien raised his head. His face was glazed with want and I knew that if we had not been in the Hall, I would have been beneath him on the floor, being thoroughly ravished by this man.

I smiled, teasing him and licked my lips, an action that never failed to rouse him.

‘I think I would like to taste you,’ I whispered, pulling his head down so that he was the only one who heard me.

He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, making me shiver with ...