Breaking Point (BWWM)

36. Prevail - Final (Part 2)

A/N: Thank you, as always, for your patience with me! I'm glad I split this into two parts, seeing as it took me so long to finish the second half! I always appreciate you all for your continued interest in this story and these characters. It truly means more than you could know.

We're here at last. The final chapter...

Thank you for going on this journey with me. Please, as always, let me know your thoughts! Your commentary brings me so much joy and motivation. I look forward to reading what you think!

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Lucy stirs in bed, blinking at the absence of weight behind her. Their bedroom is bathed in grey sunlight. It seems the overcast had grown heavier, darker.

She rolls onto her back, her palm reaching and feeling the warmth still harbored on her husband's side. Her gaze drearily lands on their canopy, the intricate folds inviting her eyes to wander over the delicate design. She sighs sleepily, it's the first time in a while that she hadn't gotten up first. She must've slept pretty hard to not have felt Braxton leave the bed. Especially considering how much he was holding her in their sleep.

Her picnic was a success, she managed to convince him to hold off on work for the rest of the day. Atreus seemed excited to have both their attention completely to himself.

Her head lolls to the side, wearily blinking at their clock to read the time. It's earlier than she thought. Maybe Braxton wanted to make up for the work he feels he missed.

She can hear him on the other side of the wall, in his office. Likely getting himself prepared for their council meeting they have in a couple hours. She's somewhat dreading it, knowing she'll have to focus.

Her body feels warm, tingly. A familiar pleasant sensation stirs inside her, travels to her extremities. Her fingertips tingle.

He'd held her so much yesterday. Somehow, some way, he always managed to be touching her. His hands were somewhere on her body at all times. It's something she should be used to by now, considering how intimate they've become.

But she isn't.

She can feel the ghost of his hands on her thighs, her ass. His chest pressed to her back. His soft breath brushing the back of her neck. He'd carried his persistence into bed with them, deep into their sleep.

Lucy feels her face flushing with heat all over again as she recalls. He'd humped her in his sleep. And not just the usual bump that always comes when their bodies are pressed together. She'd woken up to him poking her, and more than that, his beastly grip on her hip as he pulled her back into his lewd thrusts. It hadn't lasted long, though whatever he was dreaming about prompted him to groan and growl in his sleep.

She took a while to fall back asleep after that, especially with his bulge pushing between her legs. She slept with her hand between her thighs, hoping to settle the passionate flame he'd unknowingly ignited.

She looks down at her finger tips, rubbing them together. Her body definitely has yet to settle. Lucy pushes herself up, trying to smother the pulse between her thighs by squeezing them together. She ought to get dressed for their meeting, hoping it won't take too much of their time away from Atreus. After a quick shower, she puts on the outfit she'd planned, trying to decide what the hell she's going to do with her hair.