King Lucien woke up the next morning, having mixed feelings. Peace from a good night's rest, and pain from the wound in his chest.
He was curled around Danika's small body, his arms holding her back to him, her breasts plastered to his chest.
The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. Didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the man that haunted him even in death.
Alone, he has no reason to keep being strong. To pull away from this soft body and start fighting the demons who lurked around waiting to devour his mind.
He pulled his head back a bit to find the full softness of her breast, and held it out to find her puckered nipple with his mouth.
He laced his mouth on it and drew from her in gentle tugs.
Shutting down all the thoughts from his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep he wasn't sure would come.
He didn't have to wait long.