All Lucien wanted was to place her on the bed and take all of her, and the little woman in the tub struggling to hold him was not helping matters. He couldn't tell why she would get affected when she was nothing like them.
It was meant for people like them. Did he not test her enough?
"I feel pain master Lucien. Help me." Her cheeks were pink, eyes already glistening with tears. Her lips were curling little by little. Elise looked like a cute little angel that could break at any second. She's never looked this way before.
Lucien's jaw tightened. The tendons in his neck flexed as he forced himself not to move closer. He recoiled. Something in him didn't want to see her cry.
Something in him wanted to claim her here and now. To name her his little thing. To make her his once and for all. But he didn't want that part of him. Elise would break if he let loose.
