Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 69

Bella's P.O.V.

There is something to be said about a long, rejuvenating and revitalizing sleep. I've never been a great sleeper, but since my incident, I've barely gotten five consecutive hours a night. Last night though? Geez, what time is it? Feels like it's noon. Lucien isn't lying behind me, but that doesn't bother me. He's probably gone home and I hope he cleaned up the loft before he left. I stretch languorously and start to open my eyes. The first thing I see is my handsome angel sitting on the reclining chair, looking at me with a gentle smile on his face. My heart skips a beat when I'm immediately brought back to the intimate positions we were in last night.

"Good morning, beautiful. Are you a little sore this morning?" Lucien asks with a small smirk.

"Well if I am, I'm not about to tell you, you smug little Devil."

He laughs out loud. "Oh? And why not? Here I was, contemplating drawing you a hot bath and making you some breakfast, but now that I see you've got your temper firing this morning, perhaps I will go check if your father needs any help insted."

Wait, did he say, 'good morning beautiful', 'draw you a bath,' and 'make you breakfast' all in a few sentences? Hot damned, all of that sounds amazing. I pout my lips, "I'm sorry. I am sore and would love to take a hot bath if I can get you to join me."

He smiles at this and gets up, heading toward the bathroom upstairs. I can hear the water running, so I sit up, trying not to wince. Wow, he really wore me out last night. When he comes back, leaving the water to fill the tub, I tell him I'm uncomfortable 'down there.' He gently caresses my face with his fingers, a look of regret stamped on his. "Perhaps I was a bit too...enthusiastic for your first time," he murmurs, kissing the side of my face. "I'm sorry Bella, can you forgive me?" he asks, looking deep into my eyes.

I scoff. "What's there to forgive? If that's what sex is supposed to feel like, then sign me up and put me in coach!"

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me. I can taste coffee on his lips, and then I think about what he can taste on mine. I pull back and say, "I'm sure I have horrible morning breath," and I try to extract myself. He doesn't let me and pulls my head toward him again.

"You taste divine, morning, noon and night," he says as he kisses me then immediately deepens it. I lean into him, groaning softly. I immediately remember all the things his talented mouth is capable of, and those memories ignite my desire almost instantly.

When he finally pulls away, he reaches for my hand to help me stand. "Oooh, yeah, pretty sore," I moan, leaning into him for support. Suddenly, I am in his arms and he's carrying me up the stairs and into the bathroom. He added a fragrant bath salt to the water, the scent of lavender permeates the wet air, so I caress his ear with my lips as a thank you. He manages to pull my shorts and underwear off while holding me, then places me in the tub with my shirt still on.

"Now you don't have to try to climb in," he smirks, looking deep into my eyes. "I put some Epsom salts in the water, enjoy your soak. I'll go find you some clean clothes," he tells me, and he leaves the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.