“Are you—”
They both spoke at once and fell into a lazy, giddy sort of laugh, although hers was more of a giggle. Luc couldn’t remember being this happy in…forever.
He angled his face toward hers and asked, “What were you going to say,mon coeur?”
“It’s silly. I…”
“No, go on.”
“I…I don’t… What happens next?” she asked, and he had the distinct impression that wasn’t what she’d planned to say.
“I go turn on the barn generator so the wine won’t freeze.”
“No generator here?”
“I have never had anything I cared about keeping warm before.” He gave her thigh a squeeze, feeling strange about this conversation that ignored everything they’d just done.
“And us?” He heard her swallow and waited a few seconds before realizing she’d meant them the first time. Their bodies.What nextbecause she had no experience with a condom or any of those messy practicalities that modern women faced with so much aplomb.
“First,” he said, pressing his softening cock deeper into her for one final, languorous taste, “you give me another kiss.”
“Oh.” She sounded slightly flustered until he bent his head, finding her mouth easily in the dark, and touched his lips to hers. Light kisses, a swipe of his lips, stroking tongues, and quick, noisy inhales. He was getting hard again inside her, which wouldn’t be a good thing with the condom, so finally, he pulled away. “Oh.” Her voice this time was lazy and full of understanding, laced with humor.
“Next, I have to hold on to the condom, or we could have an accident.”
“Okay.”
He reached between them, eliciting a gasp when he ran his hand over her pussy to the place where their bodies came together. He pinched the latex against himself and nudged her until she shifted back.
“Where do you…put that?”
“In the trash. It clogs up the septic system, and these things never disintegrate.” He paused. “We won’t be able to bathe, with the pump not working. If you want a bath, you might be able to get what’s left of the hot water, but you have to go now.”
“Oh, that would be nice.” She got up and stretched, her silhouette visible in the faint light of the fire.
“Does it hurt?”
“My back?” She tilted her head, seeming to consider. “Not really.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
Another hesitation. “It was the only way.”
“What?” When she didn’t answer, he advanced on her. “The only way what?”
“The only way I could think of to make sure I could leave.”
“But they did this to you, yes?”
“I let them.”
“Let them?”
“I accepted it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I accepted the Mark. If I hadn’t… Not sure what he would’ve done.”
