Lucien

Settling down beside her, he tugged her body to his, bringing her awake with his rough imperative caresses. Much as he knew he should rest, and his body still felt sore, he could not resist her. His co*k was already hard and eager, wanting to ravish her.

She whimpered,

‘Lucien, I am tired…’ but he had been denied her body for too long.

“I need you, woman,’ he grunted as he began to work on the buttons of her shirt. She opened her eyes, smiling lazily, knowing that her Mafia Lord could not be denied. Her womanhood was already wet, fuelled by the desire in his eyes, the expression...