Lestor closed the door to his—their—chambers and leaned against it, drew Lucia up against him, and went back to devouring that delectable mouth, "I did not like finally repairing matters between us only to be torn away for months. If someone tries to make me leave again, I'm throwing everyone in the dungeons."
"I don't think the dungeons have that much space," Lucia replied with a breathy laugh.
Sliding his hands down Lucia’s back to cup her truly marvelous ass, Lestor drew her back in to resume the kissing, determined to leave Lucia’s lips so well-used she would be able to think of little else for days.
"Delightful as this is," Lucia suddenly said, slowly pulling away just enough to speak, "you are craning my neck, and there is a bed close by." She frowned thoughtfully.
Lestor smiled
