Tucked away..

It has been only a few months now that I have been back in the folds of Lucien's cloak. I would tell you where we are but..I forget. In the haze of the life we are building together I cannot recall times and dates and places. Only this.. feeling inside of me. With Lucien I feel like a student, learning all my lessons all over again, learning them better, deeper.. and harder.

I will not be allowed to forget my transgression.

Most days he leaves me early to hunt and do whatever it is men do in the woods with thier weapons and an excess of beer. Some days he stays with me, lounging in bed for hours, his hand gentle on my belly, reassuring me that things will be all right, that I do not have to worry because Lucien will handle everything.

I am kept, cherished, trapped. I wouldn't have it any other way.

My favorite days though... are the days he makes a kill. The days he comes back to me in the night with wild shiny eyes and blood on his tunic. When he strides into the room with such heavy footfalls that I grow wary and tense. My fear only feeds his desire to remind me.. I deserve this. I long for it. His fist in my hair, my back pressed to the wall, his breath hot against the shell of my ear as he hisses terrible, wonderful things to me. His hand pressed between my thighs, cupping my cunt like he owns it, like he owns me. And he does own me, doesn't he? To think about makes the scar on my back burn and illicit moans escape my lips. His fingers grow wet between my thighs and his mouth finds my throat, teeth biting, hurting.. licking, sucking.

He hurts me in the most delicious ways. He makes me cry and then kisses away my salty tears because they belong to him. He tastes my blood because it too, is his. When he bruises me he rubs salve there later. He takes care of me.. brutally.

It scares me a little I must admit, knowing the extent of his jealousy. It thrills me, it makes my hips rock harder on his hand to think about it.. but it is frightening too. Lucien is a ... possessive man. Not at all like Agrippa was. Where Agrippa often enjoyed knowing I was with another man.. Lucien would be enraged to know another man touched what he considers his own.

He is rough with my body, naked and hot and sweaty under his, his hands are everywhere all at once and my sense can hardly keep up. I grow confused by his need to have me, all of me, all at once, in his hands and I whimper. He silences me with his mouth on my own, his teeth cutting into my lip. Another mark. When he enters me it is harsh and ....divine. He uses me like he must, like an animal.. until he is spent and his breath is heavy. He often leaves me begging for more.

He smiles though, brushes the hair form my eyes and begins to touch me again.. gently now. Fingers brushing my cheek, my arm.. the subtle curve of my belly where his child grows. He smiles and I smile back.

"I love you, Lucien."