Velia groaned. Her sleep was disturbed. Something was present, transforming tranquility into restlessness.
It felt strange, like a ticklish sensation that spread second by second. It created a tingling that made Velia squirm.
Half-conscious, Velia’s heart raced faster. Her previously relaxed breaths instantly changed, becoming more fervent.
Comfort eroded. Restlessness emerged. Velia’s head moved restlessly on the pillow. She still had her eyes closed, but her hands began to search in confusion. Clutching the pillow, she groaned again.
Velia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but in vain. A faint touch caressed along her thigh, rendering her powerless.
Warmth landed. Moisture enveloped Velia’s nipples, leaving a mark on the satin nightgown and creating a feminine silhouette underneath.
Velia opened her eyes. One face greeted her, and she was not surprised at all.
“Luc.”
Lucas was there, lying beside Velia. His position was sideways, with his hand slipping under Velia’s nightgown, his mouth enjoying her breasts.
Lucas released Velia’s nipple. He lifted his face and gazed at Velia with a hazy look.
“You’re awake, Ve.”
Of course. Considering what Lucas had done, it seemed impossible for Velia not to wake up.
“W-what are you doing?”
Without answering the question directly, Lucas instead nuzzled Velia’s neck. His breath was heavy. He kissed Velia’s neck, causing her to hold her breath.
“I wanted to sleep, but seeing you in bed only makes me desire you.”
Once again, Lucas kissed Velia’s neck, this time with a slightly more intense fervor, causing Velia to take deep breaths.
“Just seeing you lying there can arouse me in an instant. It’s truly torturous.”
Lucas growled. An irresistible urge surged through his defenses. It was undeniable that Lucas now stood on the edge of sanity.
“You should have woken me up, Luc.”
Lucas blinked his eyes. He withdrew slightly, creating enough distance to gaze at Velia. A smirk formed on his face.
“Believe me. That’s exactly what I did just now,” Lucas whispered heavily. “I woke you up.”
Lucas’s hand moved. Briefly, he touched Velia’s arm before landing on her breast.
“Now…”
Lucas squeezed Velia’s breast, an action that made her bite her lower lip.
“… I won’t let you sleep again until you satisfy me.”
Velia’s eyes closed. Lucas’s grip on her breast tightened, and she could not suppress her moans.
“Do you understand?” Lucas asked.
Velia nodded with difficulty. “Y-yes, Luc.”
“Good.”
There were no more questions for Velia. Instead, it was a surge of kisses and caresses that attacked her. They took the form of exploring kisses and touches, filling all her senses with the taste and scent of Lucas.
Lucas shifted. He covered Velia’s body and let his weight land on her.
Velia was held back. Lucas did not allow her to move even a bit as he focused on her neck.
Lucas’s lips moved in kisses and suctions, repeatedly leaving wetness and intimate marks there.
Velia’s eyes closed. When Lucas pressed against her, she could only surrender. She let Lucas do whatever he desired.
Velia could only endure. Her hands moved down restlessly, reaching the sheets. She squeezed them.
Lucas shifted. His warm kisses moved. After indulging in leaving traces on Velia’s neck, this time he headed for her luscious lips.
The ones that were pink. The ones that looked soft and tempting. Without hesitation, Lucas caressed them with the tip of his tongue.
Velia’s body shivered. Her eyes opened momentarily, only to close again. Lucas’s kiss made her helpless.
Lucas kissed Velia with a touch she had never imagined before. It was something Velia had not expected. If the previous night Lucas seemed rough in his advances, it was different now.
Lucas’s nibbles felt enchanting. They swayed like a cool breeze symphony in the evening, providing a soothing tranquility to her heart.
Even when his lips nibbled on Velia’s lower lip, Lucas created a rhythm that was truly intoxicating. It was like a dance of two lovers immersed in longing, giving release for every missed moment.
It was a touch that sent tremors through Velia’s entire being. More than enough to awaken foreign sensations throughout her body. Something she could not deny no matter how hard she tried.
The temptation was truly real. It warmly and quickly aroused all the imagination in Lucas’s mind. He could not hold himself back.
Velia blinked. Lucas’s finger entered her. He moved subtly, causing Velia to moan in restraint.
“L-Luc.”
Lucas’s face hardened. His darkened eyes stared at Velia, full of sensual intimidation that trembled.
“You’re already so wet, Ve.”
Lucas’s finger moved inside Velia’s femininity as if to prove his words. It twirled. Pressed. Instantly making Velia’s eyes widen.
The same happened to Lucas’s eyes, which also widened as he watched Velia’s breasts rise and fall restlessly. Their movements were incredibly sensual, as if teasing him.
Lucas withdrew his finger from Velia’s femininity. It glistened with Velia’s feminine wetness, and he licked the remaining taste there.
The sight astonished Velia. She shivered, but Lucas seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.
Lucas sucked his finger, leaving a trace of wetness. Grinning, he wiped the residue on Velia’s cheek.
Velia’s expression brought a sense of satisfaction to Lucas. It was related to the male ego and testosterone hormones that demanded proof that Velia desired him as well.
Exactly the desire that was currently clouding Lucas’s common sense. He moved only to remove a pair of thin straps from Velia’s shoulders. He lowered the nightgown, allowing it to gather around her abdomen.
Lucas’s eyes, darkened by the fog of desire, stared without blinking at Velia’s pair of breasts. They were now free and seemingly challenging him.
Unfortunately, Lucas was a man who accepted all challenges. Especially this one. Moreover, especially this one.
Lucas lowered his face. Without warning, his mouth seized Velia’s breast. His target was not just the brownish nipple, but he wanted to feel it all.
Velia bit her lower lip. She tried to gather strength as Lucas did his best to truly devour her breast. Feeling its firmness. Enjoying its smoothness and softness. Igniting even more passion in Lucas’s chest. The flames grew stronger.
Lucas’s hand moved again. Alongside his bites, he squeezed her other breast.
“Luc.”
A small pinch on her nipple made Velia flustered. She took a breath, but her throat felt constricted.
The air refused to enter. It got stuck. Just like the name Lucas that was stuck on the tip of her tongue.
Lucas swallowed his saliva. Pausing the pleasure, he was indulging in, he reached for Velia’s hand and stared intently.
Dark. Sinister. It brought masculine intimidation like a spell that made Velia obedient. Just like a servant to their master.
“Touch me, Ve.”
Lucas guided Velia’s hand to venture downward. Slowly descending. Continuously until they reached the point Lucas desired.
Velia’s heart must have stopped beating. Lucas guided her fingers towards a part she never expected.
It was Lucas’s masculinity. The one that had shown undeniable signs of uncontrollable desire. The one that had hardened and longed just like its owner.
Velia understood Lucas’s intention. She could not retreat. Especially not withdraw from everything that had happened. In the end, there was only one choice left.
Strengthening her resolve, Velia reached out her hand. Her fingers touched Lucas’s masculinity, trembling, and her eyes closed.
Lucas growled. Velia’s first touch rendered him powerless. He gasped for breath, as if exhausted from a long journey that he had not even started yet.
Trying to hold on, relying on one elbow, this time it was Lucas who seemed to struggle to catch his breath. His face hardened. He appeared to be suffering, pleading.
“Touch me, Ve. Touch me. Touch me wherever you want. I want to feel your touch.”
In a matter of seconds, Velia was taken aback. For the faint touch she gave, Lucas’s reaction was something Velia did not anticipate.
Lucas seemed to thoroughly enjoy Velia’s touch. He looked helpless. It immediately triggered a primitive instinct in her, pushing her decision through hesitation to touch Lucas again.
It was a touch that seemed uncertain. An uncertain caress. In circles and strokes that swept over Lucas’s masculinity repeatedly.
Lucas growled again. Louder.
“Oh, Hon. Your hands are so soft, Ve.”
Velia lowered her gaze. Timidly, but she looked at it. She continued to caress, and a drop of moisture at the tip of his masculinity made Velia use her thumb to wipe it away. She spread the fluid around Lucas’s masculinity.
Velia’s other hand moved. Slowly and hesitantly, she reached Lucas’s broad chest. Tracing it with an uncertain touch. She briefly touched his nipple, and Lucas let out a moan that echoed.
Velia was stunned. She never imagined that Lucas, who often made her tremble, would appear so vulnerable in his touch.
As a result, Velia’s fingers moved again. Unconsciously, they roamed as if they had a mind of their own. Tracing the curves of Lucas’s muscles without any pause.
Lucas grabbed Velia’s hands, capturing and holding them on either side of his face.
“Luc.”
The gaze in Lucas’s eyes conveyed suffering. Fragments of desire flickered in his retinas.
“I can’t hold back anymore, Ve.”
Velia had to remind herself repeatedly of her position and her obligations.
It was heavy, that was for sure. However, Velia gathered herself to meet Lucas’s gaze.
“You don’t need to hold back, Luc.”
“I want to possess you tonight.”
Velia swallowed every bitterness and nodded. “I am yours.”
The broad grin on Lucas’s face was more than enough to affirm their connection. Velia’s words filled the void in Lucas’s ego.
“I want to make love to you all night.”
“I won’t argue.”
Velia’s voice trembled. She could not help it. No matter how hard she tried to hold herself together, the trembling remained.
Velia was afraid, but that fear did not last long. Lucas’s kiss stormed in, and all the dreadful thoughts vanished from Velia’s mind.
The demanding kiss was only the beginning of it all. The same goes for the bites that Lucas planted on the side of Velia’s breasts.
Repeatedly.
Alternating.
Without giving Velia even a moment to prepare herself.
“I know what you want.”
Lucas caressed Velia’s cheek, tracing once over the blush there. Red and enticing. It was too precious to pass up without kissing it.
“You want me to penetrate you, don’t you? You want it too, don’t you?”
Velia wanted to shake her head. She wanted to deny it. Above all, she wanted to curse herself for openly betraying herself. For every touch Lucas gave, how could her body give him what he desired?
Lucas smirked. He could see the turmoil in Velia’s eyes. Between desire and reluctance to admit it, there was Lucas, looking content.
“Spread your legs, Ve. Let me make love to you. Let me give you pleasure tonight,” Lucas whispered, nibbling on Velia’s earlobe. “I will make you scream with satisfaction.”
There were several reasons why it was something Velia should not do. For the past she wanted to forget, there was the present that demanded otherwise.
A faint nod followed by the parting of Velia’s legs created the opportunity Lucas desired, and he immediately took his position between those thighs.
Lucas directed his perfectly erect masculinity toward Velia’s femininity. Without words, he thrust his masculinity inside her with a strong push.
Velia jolted. Her scream echoed loudly, filling the room.
Velia’s body reacted naturally. Instinctively, she tried to rise from the bed, driven by the sharp pain that made her want to escape.
But Lucas held Velia down. He pushed her back to lie down. He grinned as he saw Velia gasping for breath.
“Oh, Ve.”
With a slight movement, Lucas pulled his masculinity out of Velia’s femininity. Just a little. And only briefly. Lucas thrusted back in with the same intensity. Once again, Velia was startled.
Velia’s breath became erratic. It stuttered in broken moans.
Lucas held onto Velia’s shoulders, maintaining her position, and continued thrusting.
“Luc!”
Lucas could clearly feel it. It was not just Velia’s fingers gripping his hair that grew stronger, but there was another grip that trapped him. It was the tightening muscles within her femininity. Constricting and tormenting in a variety of pleasurable assaults.
Velia’s body trembled. She shattered and transformed into powerless fragments. Like helpless particles willingly blown away by the evening breeze.
“Ve.”
Lucas growled. Sweat poured down, drenching his face and every corner of his body. It made him cling even tighter to the weakened body of Velia in his embrace.
The pleasure truly devastated Velia. It drained all her strength. It made her momentarily think that she would faint any moment now.
Lucas thrusts deeply, not giving Velia a chance to catch her breath.
In the remnants of pleasure that lingered, Velia found herself once again tossed in a sea of passion. She wanted to escape, but with each passing second, she only sank deeper.
Velia was helpless. Everything Lucas did rendered her powerless. Resisting those sensations was clearly impossible for her.
Lucas bit Velia’s lower lip, squeezing her breasts and continuing his thrusts. He pressed harder, and there was nothing that could save Velia from the onslaught of pleasure that engulfed her once again.
Now Velia was not shattered into dust particles. Instead, she sublimated into formless air. Intangible, yet the sensation was unmistakable.
Lucas groaned. He could vividly feel every sensation that emerged as Velia screamed in pleasure. It brought forth the sight and the tight grip of Velia’s womanly muscles. It felt warm and wet, evidence of the lingering pleasure inside. Lucas tried to hold on.
Just a little longer.
Just a little bit more.
Unfortunately, he could not. Lucas surrendered. He was powerless as that final thrust sent him drifting helplessly.
Lucas gasped. He fell and lay motionless on top of Velia. For a moment, he remained still, just like Velia who could only stare in disbelief.
Velia blinked. A kiss on her shoulder made her turn her head. She looked at Lucas and found satisfaction in his eyes.
“Oh, my goodness.”
Lucas tried to regulate his erratic breathing. He shifted, withdrawing himself and causing Velia to wince as pain lingered in her femininity.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Deliberately not immediately moving away from Velia’s body, Lucas created a bit of distance. So, he could see her face. It appeared flushed and radiant.
That was undeniably solid evidence. The answer to Lucas’ question. It could not be denied. It was difficult, but Velia nodded.
Lucas grinned. He released Velia’s body and lay down beside her. His hand reached out to embrace Velia.
“I did too,” Lucas said. “It was truly pleasurable.”
More than pleasurable. Unfortunately, Lucas could not find more appropriate words.
“I thought I could get through tonight and let you rest, but I was mistaken. Just thinking about you alone can make me feel passionate again.”
“Luc.”
Lucas caressed Velia’s face, pulling her gaze to meet his.
“I’m sure I’ll never be satisfied with you. I want to keep making love to you, over and over again.”
Something jolted Velia’s heart. Making love? Was that what Lucas was doing? Was that what Velia felt?
“Luc,” Velia whispered, swallowing the bitterness that rose in her throat. She smiled, despite the pain. “You’re free to do so.”
Lucas grinned. His free hand caressed Velia’s thigh, then settled on her slender waist. He pulled Velia’s body closer, fully embracing her.
“I know. I have plenty of time to explore your body, Ve.”
Velia’s face landed on Lucas’ chest. Between exhaustion and not wanting to face reality, Velia felt her eyelids grow heavy.
“Until you can’t bear to be away from me.”
It seemed Velia was truly tired. Sleepiness crept in, causing her to not fully hear Lucas’ words.
Lucas lowered his head. Velia’s eyes had closed. He kissed her head and whispered.
“Forever, you will be mine.”
*