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to have to do it
with his hand.
    Once he's finished,
he climbs off of me and lays on the floor beside me. We both stare up
at the ceiling and catch our breath. I'm at a loss for words from
everything that has happened tonight. It's a good thing that I'm on
birth control because I feel so full of come right now that I think
it would be impossible not to get pregnant by him. This must be where
the term come dumpster came from. His seed is in every one of my
holes. It's a dirty thought, yet gratifying at the same time. He
definitely gave me a night that I'll never forget.

CHAPTER THREE

    My eyes are
half-closed in sleep when Lucian finally stands. Internally, I groan
at the thought of having to do anything else. Even getting up seems
like a chore. If only we could just pass out here for the night
though I'm sure I'd regret it in the morning if I woke up with stiff
muscles.
    I close my eyes the
rest of the way, pretending to be asleep. I feel Lucian's arms slip
beneath me, then he lifts me off of the floor, making my eyes fly
open in fear as I quickly clutch onto his neck. He looks just as
exhausted as I feel.
    “ Are
you sure you're alright to carry me? I can walk,” I ask as he
heads towards the door.
    “ Have
I ever dropped you?” His expression is serious as if the notion
that he'd drop me is offensive.
    I decide to trust
him, resting my head against his shoulder while he carries me the
rest of the way to the master bathroom and sets me down on the side
of the tub. He disappears into the shower, and I hear the water
hitting the tiles before he comes back out to motion me to join him.
A smile spreads across my lips as I force myself off of the side of
the tub and walk into the shower.
    For the next twenty
minutes, we bathe each other. Well, mostly he bathes me. I stand
there lazily while he washes my hair and then his own before sudsing
up my body. After I've rinsed off, I turn around to wash his chest.
That's about as far as I get before my energy reserves run out and I
end up just leaning against him. He kisses my forehead and takes a
step back to finish washing himself before turning off the showerhead
and getting out of the shower to get me a towel.
    I like how he's
putting me before him. It makes my heart swirl with a warm, fuzzy
feeling. This is the affectionate side of him that I love so much.
    Once we're both
dried off, we crawl into bed together. I glance over at the pictures
on his dresser and bedside tables. They're turned down again, but it
doesn't bother me. I understand how he feels now, that he doesn't
want his dead wife to see us together. It's a funny thing. The dead
see all. Turning the pictures down won't make a difference. But
whatever gives him comfort.
    Lucian turns off the
light, and I curl up against him. He pulls me into his arms, and I
rest my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat while he
strokes my damp hair. I've never felt more peaceful in my entire
life, more ready to sleep.
    Lucian kisses me on
the forehead, then he shifts beneath me. I groan as my head falls off
of his chest and I have to grab my pillow and readjust. His warm
breath pets over my face, and then his lips touch my cheek. His hand
slips under my arm to caress my side, running down it. Then he
wiggles closer to me, and I feel his erection against my leg.
    “ Really,
Lucian?” I open one eye to look at him. He's all grins as he
maneuvers me onto my back. “Dear God, you're insatiable. We
just had a shower.”
    “ And
now I want to get dirty again,” he mumbles against my neck.
    “ If
I pass out on you, don't be offended.” I glare at him. Doesn't
the man understand that I need my sleep?
    “ You
won't pass out.” He crawls on top of me, pulling my knee up so
that he can get between my legs.
    I hiss as he presses
into me. While my body isn't as sore as it was earlier, it still
hurts a little, but the pain only lasts until he's all the way
inside. He moves gently, his cock rhythmically pumping in and out