~NadiaThe dinner Lucian made for me was tasty. Not perfect but it felt special because he made it with his own hands.The way he held the tray and sat beside me on the bed, feeding the meal to me carefully.The food was almost done when he leaned his face closer to me, looking into my eyes. “How do you feel now, baby girl?” he asked softly, staring gently into my eyes.I gave a small smile, then wiped my mouth, “a lot better, thanks.”He leaned further, his lips brushing my skin. He licked beside my mouth then pulled back a bit. “You've got food there,” Lucian said quietly.He leaned further again and licked the same spot, slower this time.The wet and cold feel of his tongue on my cheek, just beside my mouth made me part my lips instinctively.Then I felt it trail down my chest, spreading through my whole body. Not his hands, but the sensation of his touch as he rubbed his palm gently on my thighs.He pulled back, then set aside the food tray, placing it carefully on the bedside tab
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