Lucian
Making love to Mara never felt the same twice—but somehow, it always felt better. My body craved her constantly. That morning had been no exception. I needed her. And she gave herself to me—completely, fully, beautifully.
I’d also started to notice she wasn’t very vocal in bed. So I made a decision: I’d help her open up, ease into her pleasure more freely. She deserved to enjoy every bit of it, just like I did.
Breakfast followed. And for once, it was everything a morning should be—peaceful, quiet, ours. No Martha lacing every bite with venom.
No Darian sulking and casting obsessive glances at my wife.
No Lacy fluttering her lashes like a desperate understudy. And, mercifully, no Father diving headfirst into the family’s private affairs like a drunk philosopher.
I still hadn
