Chapter 542

• Later as they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies still damp with sweat after their passion-filled lovemaking, Lucien gathered her in his arms, and she snuggled into him, her small hand tickling his chest, licking his flat nipples.
• He growled a warning and she giggled as his hand clenched around her waist, tugging her closer to his hard, muscled length. Her small rounded stomach was digging into his side and he smiled slightly, as he thought of the eighth child growing in her womb.
• Proserpina sighed as she thought of her husband.