Chapter 125 Until Morning

• Isla woke to the feel of Lucien’s mouth on the back of her neck and his hand already buried between her legs.
• The room was still dark. Only the faintest grey light pressed at the edges of the curtains. His fingers slid through the thick mess he had left inside her earlier, slowly and in the most filthy way, spreading his own come over her swollen clit until she was pushing back against his hand with a soft, broken sound.
• “Ahh… Lucien…”