Mara
I woke in the middle of the night, Lucian still on top of me, his body warm and heavy, his c**k still nestled inside me. I shifted slightly, just enough to get comfortable—but the movement stirred him. He woke, blinking slowly, and rolled off me with a soft groan.
He sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face, and I slipped off to the bathroom.
When I returned, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of black shorts. He smiled when he saw me and despite everything we’d just shared, I felt a little shy.
He watched me quietly for a moment before asking, “How did it feel? Watching his face drop like that?”
I gave him a faint smile, not proud, but not regretful either.
“He must’ve pushed you,” Lucian said gently.
I nodded, and he reached for me.
I crawled into
