~LUCIEN~
"Okay," Mars hums, eyes closed and still in a daze.
I don't think he has any intention of getting up and going to take a shower.
Even though I said that we need to hurry up, I feel no rush to lean away from him.
"You don't look like you want to take a shower," I say with a grin, feeling just as pleased as Sirius is at being able to do this to him.
Making him lose himself in a content haze.
"I will." He whispers, still leaning back with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling faster than it normally does.
"How many guys have you done this with?" He questions out of the blue, and I sense, rather than hear the jealousy in his voice.
"I am 230 years old and a royal, Nyla," I whisper with my nose in his throat, breathing in his scent and kissing his skin just becaus
