Celine dropped on her bed, watching Lucian move around the room and examine everything. She didn't stop him, nor was she surprised by his behavior, "Shouldn't I be the center of your attention?"
"You are," he said, opening her drawers and peeking inside, "Everything around you is a part of you…" he paused, looking for the right words, "so I'm paying attention to the whole you."
"..." Celine rolled on her stomach toward the headboard, hiding her smile in a pillow. She kicked her legs in the air, her toes curling inside her stockings, and wiggled her butt like a happy pup. It was surprising she wasn't jumping around him like one.
Lucian continued to look around, finding a haircomb with a wooden handle on the dresser. He picked it up, and the next thing she knew, he was sitting on the bed behind her, brushing her hair.
"Why do I feel like you are treating as a dog?" Celine mumbled as he removed the pins from her hair and untangled the knots, "An abandoned dog at that."
"..." Lucian's hands froze for a mont, and his cheeks flushed, "Why would you even ntion that?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "You like attention and are very demanding of it," she pointed out, "that's why you started to roam around my room, playing hard to get, expecting to chase after you like I want to get adopted. It's the sa thing."
"Stop analyzing ," Lucian slapped her bottom with the back of the hairbrush, then he went back to brushing her hair. "And I'm not demanding of your attention."
He was just starved of it, and it seed like he wasn't the only one.
Celine purred, lting into the bed, the soft rhythm of the haircomb through her hair lulling her into a state of bliss.
"Don't fall asleep, My Lady, you have a guest," he placed the comb aside and laid on top of her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
"Make yourself feel at ho, why don't you?" She turned her head to the side and his cheek rested next to hers.
Lucian kissed her cheek, "Make feel welco, Celine."
"You never made feel welco at your place," she complained, "Always chasing away."
"Hey, it happened such a long ti ago," he tightened his hold on her and buried his face in her neck, "Don't you have anything else to rember, aside from all the bad things I've done? Like all the ti I cheered you up when you felt down?"
She snorted, "I cheered myself up. You were there just to witness my glory."
"..." Lucian bit her neck lightly. Well it's true that she always invaded his space like a stray dog, but he was the one who'd always end up petting her, giving her a treat, and letting her stay. The treat being himself, obviously.
"I could sleep like this," Celine mumbled, "You are a good blanket."
"You are a good bed," Lucian complinted her back. "Sleep if you want to. I will watch over you," he said, "When you wake up, I want you to play with though."
Celine rolled around, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You should also do sothing with your eye bags, Lucian. They are so dark I can see my face in them."
"Maybe I'll steal so of your beauty sleep then."
"Mn," Celine agreed with her eyes closed, "I have enough beauty to share."
"..." Lucian caressed her back, waiting for her to fall asleep, but then her voice broke the silence again.
"Lucian," she called.
"Yes?"
"...I love you," she said, her grip on him tightened, and Lucian felt his chest tighten as well.
" too," he said, and she looked up at him, her eyes round and cute. He grinned at her, "I love myself too."
Celine's face fell, and she slapped him across his back, "You jerk," she hissed, "I hate you."
Lucian chuckled, "That's not what you've just told ."
"I take it back."
"Go ahead, your confessions need so work," he agreed, kissing away the frown between her eyebrows, "But you can always practice on . I'll be happy to listen to all of them."
She pounced on his neck, her teeth scraping on the skin, "I want to hear it."
Lucian gave her more room, tilting his head back, and sighing when she started to suck.
He closed his eyes, indulging in the feeling of her warm mouth and wet lips. The slight pain from the bite only heightened the sensation, and he was soon drowning in it.
"Say it," she ordered.
"I don't want to. You always wrap my words and twist them to your liking," Lucian refused playfully.
"Because you always speak nonsense," she murmured, "I have to make sense of them."
Lucian chuckled and turned his head, catching her lips with his own. Sothing must be making sense if she kept on returning to him. And if not, he would make sure to make his point clear. Again, and again, and again... not with his words, but his body and soul instead.
"Are you still planning to sleep?" Lucian asked when Celine continued to leave marks on his neck, "You don't seem that sleepy anymore."
She saw his eyes and placed his head on her chest, "Mn, let sleep so more. I'm tired," she said and closed her eyes.
"Do I look that tired?" Lucian wondered out loud.
"You do," Celine said and then smiled, "But it's alright. I like it when you look like a corpse too."
"..." Lucian squeezed her tightly, his fingers digging into her sides. "Are you worried about ?" he asked, his voice soft, and she shook her head, her arms tightening around him, "I'm not going to die from lack of sleep and exhaustion, Celine. I have enough energy to keep you entertained for the whole night, and then so more."
She snored in response and Lucian almost lost it. "..." He had no choice but to close his eyes.
He listened to her breathing, and the sound of his heartbeat. There were so lewd images dancing in his mind, and instead of pushing them away, he made them run wilder and hotter.
'I need to practice more,' he thought, his mind in full imagination mode. He had to satisfy his hungry little wife. 'It's all for Celine. I need to do my best.'
The poor girl did not know what was coming for her, the addiction to the new desires he was going to awake, and the sweet, sweet doom he was going to bring to her life.
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