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Celine squeezed her breasts, pressing them together, making him groan in delight. Her words were doing things to him, making him throb in his hand.
"Keep going," Lucian pumped himself harder, his mouth opening in a silent moan as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. "Keep talking to me, Celine. There's nothing I want more than to hear your voice."
She squeezed herself again, letting out a moan of her own, "I'm completely bare for you, and all you're doing is watching my body react to the thought of you. So cruel to keep me waiting."
Lucian felt a surge of excitement at her words. She was so into it. Her eyes were glinting, and her voice was sultry, soft, inviting, but also a little angry. He pumped himself harder, disregarding her needs to his own, and he couldn't help but let out a loud grunt, "Ngh."
She watched him pump himself faster, her eyes on his shaft, watching the veins in his shaft pop up and throb, as he pleasured himself.
"Now you know my body is perfectly fine," Lucian said, a sultry purr to his tone, "Healthy and capable of performing all the duties of a husband. It's just you, who have to convince me you're worthy of being a wife."
Celine's eyes narrowed as he released his second load all over his hand, his mouth open in a silent sigh. His eyes were closed as he felt his release, his other hand bracing on the floor, leaning forward to keep himself steady.
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When Lucian was finished, he looked at her, "So the problem isn't my performance…" the corner of his lip turned upwards into a smirk, "...it's you, Celine. You're just not worthy enough."
Celine's face was blank for a second, then she hastily buttoned the top of her dress, "That's it. You are the worst."
Lucian pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, wiping himself off. He tucked himself back into his breeches and lifted himself from the ground to help her button the rest of the buttons she was having trouble with, but she yanked herself away from him.
"I can do it," she snapped.
"Let me," his voice was still a little husky. "It'll take longer if you do it."
She sneered at him, crossing her arms, but allowing him to help her as she mustered some pride back into herself. "How could you say such a thing to me? I'm plenty worthy. More than worthy. I'm...overly qualified."
He chuckled, fastening the last button before moving down to clean her up as well. A kick in the shin made him grunt, and she quickly got away from him to fix her skirts, and her undergarments. Her ears were a bright red, and he knew he had embarrassed her.
"Are you going to leave dripping from your thighs? Do you want to keep my seeds on you that badly?" he asked.
She ignored him as she picked up her socks and shoes, slipping them on quickly. The sweat from their activities couldn't be hidden, the dampness had seeped into their clothes, and their hair was tousled and sticking to their foreheads. He thought she would demand a bath now, and he would have to prepare one for her.
When she coughed into her palm, he realized she was pretending they hadn't just been intimate and instead caught a cold in a matter of minutes, "How strange. I feel a bit lightheaded. I hope I don't pass out from this sickness. Perhaps an expensive dress will make me feel better?"
"Do you think I'm made of money?" he asked, but the smile on his face betrayed his words.
She sat behind his desk, slumping into his chair to make a show of being sick. She coughed again, a hoarse sound that sounded more like a frog's croak, "I'm giving you an excuse to tattle to your people if they ask why I look like a drowned rat and need a new outfit immediately. Don't say I don't do anything for you."
"You just want me to spend money on you."
"Obviously. It's not like you're lacking. The emotional damage I've taken can't be healed without your wallet bleeding out. Bleeding, like my heart, from your hurtful words." She sighed, and it was loud. Then she coughed again.
He shook his head, walking over to the wardrobe, pulling out a blanket. He draped her head with it and then moved to the door to open it, "Stay right there. I'll be back."
She nodded, sinking further into the chair and letting out another loud cough.
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The staff looked up when Lucian walked down the stairs, but they didn't say anything. A few customers were browsing the merchandise while the staff were busy tending to them.
"Get a cough syrup," Lucian told the staff, "And tea, for the guest upstairs. Bring a basin of water, a towel, and some cold medicine. If she asks for more, give it to her."
"Sir, is the lady upstairs unwell? Shall I call for a physician to come examine her?" the staff asked, but he shook his head.
"Just do as I ask. I'll handle the rest," he waved his hand, before making his way outside the shop.
His leather shop was on a less crowded street, and it was close to the edge of the town. There weren't any high-class clothing shops in the vicinity, but he wasn't picky about the dress she would receive today. He was more interested in the fact that she would have to wear the dress for a while.
He walked into a small shop that had some ready to wear dresses with a few tailors on standby. The lady at the counter was busy speaking to another customer, and Lucian was content with browsing the racks.
Light dresses made her very slippery and hard to grasp. So something heavy and with a lot of fabric would be best. The more layers, the better.