Cercei’s POV

“Come on, please, stay a little longer,” Lucian pleaded, enveloping me in his warm embrace.

“You’re quite so dramatic; after all, we share the same house,” I chuckled, beating him with a pillow. He closed his eyes, savouring the softness of his elegant silk pillow.

“But we’re not living in the same room,” he complained, sounding somewhat dissatisfied. I rolled my eyes; I had practically lived in his room for the past few days while he neglected his work completely.

We spent every moment together. Day and night, we did sex, intimately exploring and tasting each other’s bodies. Recalling the events, it was enough to make my cheeks...