Lucian pov...
She was too tight. I couldn't even get as deep as I wanted.
I'm sure Bran just put it in and pulled out. What an amateur.
My Cock drove into her, each thrust a calculated punishment. I didn't let her breathe.
"Ahhh....ahhhhh!"her screams were raw, inelegant.
I hated the way her lips parted, a silent, wide O of perpetual shock.
Her blue eyes stared up, gazed, as if she were shattering.
I hadn't even begun, this was just foreplay to me.
Four years and this is what he left her with? an echo.
And now the most beautiful thought of all:
What is the all mighty Lucian Throne doing with such a broken thing.
Don't forget. She is Camilla, the fool of twenty one years ago.
My mind almost slipped into memory.
Then I heard it.
"Bran… Bran."
She just called me Bran.
So, she could taste heaven and still choose to pray in hell.
