Proserpina

When we finally stepped out of the bathroom, the twins were stirring.

“Go to your own rooms!” bellowed Lucien.

Ria sat up, rubbing her face and yawning hugely, her eyes searching and Piers peered at me short-sightedly.

’”Mumma?” he asked.

Ria beamed.

’Mumma is smiling, and she is turning pink. She is fine!”

They whooped and ran out of the room as I blushed again. I sank onto the stool. Lucien had not let me get aroused; instead, he had bathed me gently.

Lucien came to me, his bathrobe fastened loosely around his powerful physique.

Tilting my chin, he looked at my face, my swollen lips and bent down...