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• She was sated, thoroughly fucked and satisfied by Lucien and so she watched him sleep, marveling at how beautiful he looked sleeping without a care in the world. His chest rising and falling with each breath he took and a stray lock of hair over his face; he looked like a god and she, his human discretion
• He had indeed ruined her, if she was wide awake watching him sleep while her eyes drooped. She had wanted to see what he looked like without the billionaire façade he always had to put on and it had been worth the wait for him to fall asleep.
• He had an arm draped around her waist and even as she tried to free herself, he only tightened his grip and mumbled incoherently with a frown furrowing his forehead.