Chapter 120 4Special Dessert

• They stayed on the table for a long minute, both still catching their breath. Lucien eventually pulled out of her carefully. A thick trickle of his come followed and ran down the inside of her thigh onto the wood. He looked at it, then at her face, and something darker flickered in his eyes.
• “Stay right there,” he said.
• He walked to the small reach-in fridge, opened it, and came back with a metal container and a spoon. When he lifted the lid, Isla saw pale, soft ice cream, it was vanilla flavored, dense and already starting to melt at the edges from the warm kitchen air.