Chapter 482

• Lucien Delano looked about as the phone pinged. His son Piers had sent a message.
• He frowned.
• His Woman lay beside him, along with the little son, all of seven months, at her breast, suckling greedily, for Proserpina made it a point to bring the babe into the bedroom for his morning feed. Lucien would never tire of watching the moment between his woman and their child, the babe tugging greedily at her teat and her look of love as she gently stroked the head of soft blonde curls.