Lucien

He stood under the cold spray of water willing himself to control his raging hormones. Placing his large hands on the tiled walls of the bathroom, he flexed his powerful arms and shoulders fiercely and tilting his head to take the brunt of the water, he swore again and again.

That he could barely control his desire to take his wife into his arms and f*ck her mercilessly was driving him crazy. He did not want any other woman, only the soft, beautiful little one who had been snuggling up to him trustingly all night after he had picked her up and forced her to lie beside him in...