Elise dragged herself from his hold, wrapping the blanket around her wet body and Lucien chuckled. It's a good thing he hadn't followed his instinct and fucked the hell out of her.
As he smiled, he quickly recalled something and paused. His bird was still alive. She had given through him, through his madness and had survived.
"Bird." He called just to be sure.
"Master Lucien, I need a little time alone." He heard her say and smiled.
"Are you mad or shy of what we've done?" He asked raising himself as he used his tongue to lick her remains around his mouth.
"Both." Elise mumbled and she smiled.
"You don't have to be. It's a part of pleasing me." She used the sheets to cover her wet body further at his words. Shame clothing her even more. She'd never be able to look at Lucien in the eyes anymore. Not that she did before.
This was worst than the time he had cleaned her.
Elise couldn't believe this was what it felt like. What married people did. In the moment, it felt so good.
