I cannot be your Midnight Love

Genevieve was just a girl, the daughter of a wonderful woman, the joyous center of a village of people. Then, she wasn't. Mother dead. Village burned. Her alone.

Revenge driving her forwards, she fought through everything thrown at her. Then she met a man, rather he found her. He was handsome in a ruggish way, the way old men who cared about their looks were. His wrinkles didn't seem to take from his face, rather they added to his powerful presence. She knew that her life would only become worse.

"Why don't you marry me?" the outspoken Duke asked her.
"Because I value my sanity, Lucius." She replied as she turned away from him.
She felt his arms wrap around her as he breathed in the smell of her hair. A blush rose to her cheeks as his lips touched her neck and his hand dipped lower than it should have.
"I value your sanity," his husky voice whispered in her ears, making her hyperaware of the nerves on them, "but I think I need you, so let me take you." Her knees weakened with his breath, letting her lean into his chest as his hands whisked her away and his mouth left heat on her skin.