LUCIEN

I look down at Nirelle, who is sprawled on my chest, her hair in a web behind her and her hand curled into a fist on my body. I did not think that she would have given that much pleasure to want to never stop, but she looked tired, so I had no option but to restrain myself. This was the start of it all, and from here on out, I was never going to let her go.

"Do you still think having kids is a bad idea?" I ask, and she raises her head with her hand on my body and her head on it. She ...