“Oh my goodness, Luc! I can’t believe what you did to Clarissa. How could you, Luc? How could you leave her alone while you came home?”
Lucas closed his eyes dramatically. Honestly, he was not surprised by his mother’s anger. On the contrary, he was surprised that Sandra had not contacted him after her encounter with Clarissa earlier this evening.
“I was exhausted and couldn’t wait for her just to have a cup of tea,” Lucas said, taking off his glasses perched on his nose. “I have more important work than her.”
The laptop lit up, displaying the graphs Lucas was reviewing. Sandra’s call came at an inconvenient time, and he had to momentarily leave his work.
Sandra’s audible sigh came from the other side. It seemed that his mother needed to calm herself before continuing the conversation.
“Fine. Let’s forget about this. How about Sunday night?”
Vaguely, Lucas frowned. “What’s happening on Sunday night?”
“We haven’t met since we went to Jakarta. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had dinner together?”
Maybe it was not a good idea. Lucas could guess where his mother’s thoughts were heading.
“Will you invite Clarissa?”
“Oh God. Is there something wrong if I invite Clarissa to join us for dinner?”
Lucas’s face hardened. He did not say anything as he felt it was pointless.
“You only met her briefly, Luc. Those five minutes didn’t mean anything. I can assure you that if you spend more time with Clarissa, you’ll see how fascinating she is.”
Lucas reflexively shook his head in frustration. Sandra’s words made him tired. This was not the first time his mother had done something like this. Countless times she had tried to introduce him to women. It had not worked so far, and Sandra should have realized it by now.
“You are wasting her time,” Lucas said, exhaling. “I’m not interested in Clarissa at all. Nor any other women Mama tries to introduce me to.”
Sandra’s growl resonated clearly in Lucas’s ears. It seemed the middle-aged woman had run out of patience.
“Oh, my goodness. How long will you continue like this, Luc? It’s all because of that damn woman, isn’t it?”
Lucas’s heart skipped a beat. His face stiffened, making it difficult for him to breathe after being accused like that.
“What did that woman do to you that made you like this? Oh God. Velia is no longer in your life. You have to accept it and start your life with someone else.”
“Mom.”
Lucas’s voice trembled. He interrupted Sandra’s words and decided to end the conversation.
“I think I should get back to my work now. Goodbye.”
The call ended, and Lucas hurriedly took a deep breath. There was an unpleasant feeling stinging his heart. It felt suffocating and tormenting.
Lucas’s attention was diverted by a knock on the door. His gaze was thrown to the other side, and a woman entered with a tray in her hand.
“Am I disturbing you?”
Without entering immediately, the woman asked first, as if seeking permission, which she obviously received.
“You never disturb me, Ve.”
The stiffness on Lucas’s face slowly disappeared. The tension in his muscles faded as Velia smiled and walked in.
The tray was placed on the coffee table. It contained a cup of tea and a plate of cake cooked by Velia earlier this afternoon.
Lucas looked at the offering meaningfully. Clearly, this was an unmatched tea drinking situation.
“Aren’t you working anymore?”
Lucas’s focus left the teacup. He looked at Velia standing in the middle of the room in her red nightgown.
Lucas’s eyes darkened. He knew red was Velia’s favorite color. It was also the right color to make her more alluring.
“I’m done.”
Without hesitation or second thoughts, Lucas closed his laptop. He raised his hand and gestured to Velia, inviting her to come closer.
Velia approached Lucas with hesitant steps. Briefly, she played with the knot of her robe, trying to calm herself.
“There’s something I want to tell you.”
Lucas pushed the chair backward, creating space for Velia to land on his lap. His hand rose and caressed the side of Velia’s face.
“What is it?”
Lucas’s gaze roamed. From staring at Velia’s red lips, her rosy cheeks, to her prominent nose.
“Thank you.”
Lucas’s caress and gaze stopped moving. His forehead furrowed slightly with an uncertain impression.
“Thank you?” Lucas repeated. Now his gaze was fixed on Velia. “For what?”
Velia smiled. “For getting my job back.”
Job? Lucas was not sure what Velia meant, but he decided to wait for a moment. Velia’s smile grew brighter, and she spoke again.
“Mecca contacted me this afternoon.”
Again, Lucas was not sure. “Who is Mecca?”
“My friend. You could say she’s my best friend. She has helped me a lot, and she also works in your office.”
Lucas nodded. “So, what did she say?”
“She said that Mr. Bell called me back to work. He has taken care of everything,” Velia explained, her smile pausing for a moment. She took a breath after weighing many things. “I didn’t expect you to reinstate my job.”
Lucas momentarily set aside the question marks now spinning in his mind. Why was Velia called back? How could Ricardo do that? Had there been a similar incident before?
There would be time to think about it. For now, Lucas would enjoy Velia’s gratitude. Look, her eyes were gentle and filled with immeasurable happiness.
“Thank you, Luc.”
Indeed, Lucas did not know anything about Velia’s reinstatement. However, he would gladly take advantage of the situation. At least he could benefit from what was happening.
“Just thank you?”
Lucas squinted his eyes with a demanding look. His gaze made Velia momentarily stunned. The expression of happiness disappeared and was replaced by a rigid countenance.
Velia was embarrassed, but she would not misunderstand. Surely, she knew what Lucas wanted.
Velia’s hand slowly rose with trepidation. She cupped Lucas’s face on one side and leaned down.
Lucas smiled. It was a benefit he would gladly enjoy.
Velia kissed Lucas. Not passionately, just a brief peck. But it was more than enough to quench his primal thirst.
Lucas’s smile subtly changed. So did his gaze. Darker and sharper.
“It must not have been easy to call you back. Especially considering your track record so far.”
A brief kiss was not enough. Lucas wanted more than just a few seconds of touch.
Velia lowered her head again, but this time Lucas did not stay silent. He immediately grabbed Velia’s lips for a passionate kiss.
Velia’s fingers slipped off Lucas’s face. They landed on his shoulder and held onto it. The kiss consumed them, and Velia squeezed tightly.
Lucas pulled her waist and held the back of Velia’s neck. His lips pressed, trying to show Velia what he desired.
Not just a kiss. Not just a fleeting moment. Lucas wanted an exploration that would satisfy his soul. Something that would leave him breathless when their struggle found a pause.
Velia slowly opened her eyes. Just like Lucas, the kiss left her breathless. Her body felt hot and cold, with tremors starting to show.
Velia sighed. She avoided Lucas’s gaze and remained on his shoulder, trying to regain her composure. Trembling, she almost thought she would collapse when she stood up again.
“T-the tea, Luc,” Velia said with a trembling voice. “It’ll get cold soon.”
Tea?
Lucas swallowed his saliva. Was he really craving tea at that moment?
Oh, maybe it was the opposite. Lucas did not care about any tea. However, he still got up when Velia moved to the sofa.
The tea was served in front of Lucas. Velia gestured as she took a deep breath. Unfortunately, the restless feeling could not be fully calmed.
Velia glanced discreetly, suppressing the trembling in her heart. At that moment, she realized that the distance created by the coffee table was not enough for her. She needed more distance, and that’s why she shifted to the long sofa.
Lucas’s sharp gaze followed Velia’s movement. His focus was fixed. He did not turn away even when he reached for the tea cup, just like a hunter who would not lose his target.
Velia lowered her head. Her hands rubbed against each other in the hope of hiding the growing tremors. But nothing could escape Lucas’s observation.
Lucas’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He enjoyed three sips of tea and chuckled, his mind willing to bet that the tea was delightful.
Sweet. Mixed with a hint of bitterness. A perfect blend.
Lucas placed the tea cup on the coaster. His eyes focused intently, and his primal urge began to show. Twitching. Exploding. Giving a warning that he quickly caught.
It could not be ignored. The few sips he had were an extraordinary gamble. Unfortunately, he would not be able to do the same for the slice of cake waiting to be enjoyed.
Lucas got up abruptly. Velia was startled, her head lifted. Then she found that the sudden kiss on her lips was even more surprising.
Just like a conqueror invading, Lucas pounced on Velia’s body. She staggered and could only let out a small cry as Lucas suddenly pinned her down.
Velia’s eyes widened. Disheveled hair on the sofa. Her nightgown slightly revealed her shoulder.
Lucas was like a wolf that had successfully pounced on its prey. And Velia was an innocent rabbit who could not do anything.
“Luc.”
Lucas muffled her name in the kiss. His hands held her waist, and he swallowed Velia’s voice when his fervent actions invaded her.
Velia’s eyes tightly closed. Apparently, diverting Lucas’s attention with tea and cake was useless. It did not mean anything.
“Show your gratitude in the best way possible.”
Lucas’s warm breath caressed Velia’s lips. It was warm, but not burning like the words he uttered.
Redness spread across Velia’s cheeks. Her eyes opened, revealing a mix of emotions.
Velia took a breath, filling her lungs with air and Lucas’s scent. A perfect combination that made her heart skip a beat.
Not just once, right? Lucas had helped her multiple times. And more than that, he did not forget his promises.
That’s how Lucas was. He would do everything he said. He would be accountable for everything he did.
It reminded Velia of the past. Moments when she considered Lucas’s steadfastness in keeping his words as a charm.
Velia had fallen deeply in love before. The trap of youthful romance that made her believe that all promises could come true.
Unfortunately, they could not. Fate had many ways to speak. It silenced all desires and hopes in a thousand languages.
“Luc.”
A haze covered Velia’s vision, obscuring the bitter reality she had once tasted.
Lucas exchanged it. He replaced the bitterness with something akin to honey. Sweet and addictive. In the form of their lips meeting again.
Lucas’s dominance took shape. Through his firm touch and enticing darkness. He captured Velia’s femininity in submission.
More than just helplessness. The fortress Velia had built in seven years seemed useless when faced with Lucas.
He was in control. The key to all power that could not be resisted.
Velia might be able to resist. Once. Twice. But in the onslaught of reality and the shadows of the past, what meaning did her feeble shield have?
Her mind was in turmoil. Two sides in Velia’s heart were at odds. She should not waver, but it was Lucas who held her close.
“Luc.”
Velia had hardly uttered that name in seven years. A considerable amount of time. Strangely, why did it still taste the same on her tongue? There was a lingering impression that rekindled. Continuously glowing with every recreated intimacy.
The fog grew denser. Her footing became unsteady. Velia’s determination held weakly onto a fragment of common sense.
There were many reasons why she should not get carried away. Velia should not let euphoria cloud her logic. Unfortunately, her primitive side as a woman yearned for something else.
Every reason that emerged instantly lost to various defenses. Pieces of evidence weakened Velia’s resolve.
Whispered temptations stirred. Let tomorrow be tomorrow. Now was the present that would not come twice.
Velia gazed at Lucas. Her soul screamed and absorbed a single word uttered by Lucas.
“Ve.”
Various reasons not to yield disappeared. The past and warm embrace emerged victorious. Velia cast aside her fears along with the realities that had bound her. Now, there was a snare that trapped her even tighter.
Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened. Velia not only refused, but she also welcomed and reciprocated when Lucas kissed her again.
Lucas grinned slightly. Disregarding what he did not know, this was actually good. He could find out tomorrow and enjoy the present moment.
Happy? Don’t ask. What else could Lucas feel when his kiss received a similar response?
Lips met lips. Bridging the warm and wet exchange between both parties. Like a trade transaction, they seemed to be negotiating. For the taste. In desire. And in hope for the future.
Velia moaned. With her eyes closed, the world felt dark. It was misleading. She walked as if without direction. She could only hold on to the instinct that led her heart.
Her desire was for more. Greed touched her instincts, arousing a greedy spirit that took over.
Kisses turned into bites. Gentle touches with rhythm exchanged for passionate movements.
Lucas devoured. He nibbled on Velia’s lower lip and sucked all the sweetness from her luscious lips. He drank. He consumed the gift he was about to receive.
The bites did not last long. The pressure Lucas applied left Velia helpless. She opened up. She surrendered. Like a blushing flower ready to be plucked at twilight.
Lucas entered and changed everything. The gentle kiss transformed into a passionate one.
It all began with a soft and elastic warmth that caressed Lucas’s senses. He welcomed it with a shy impression, yet it hinted at a desire. It seemed reluctant but, in reality, it invited playfulness.
A vague caress. Lucas felt Velia’s tongue there. It grazed briefly and then disappeared. As if she could escape the trap that had been set.
Lucas tilted his head to one side. Velia’s mouth opened wider, allowing him to delve deeper.
Velia could not retreat. She was cornered, and all she could do was surrender.
Lucas sucked. He captured Velia’s tongue and fulfilled all the fantasies that had been swirling in his mind. Primal desires involving licking, biting, and nibbling.
Velia’s moan escaped. Her throat trembled with vibrations that swept through Lucas’s world.
Like an earthquake. The earth seemed unsettled under the waves. Forcing both human beings to hold onto each other tightly.
Lucas’s hand was on Velia’s waist. Velia’s fingers were on Lucas’s shoulder. They clung to each other as if they did not want to let go.
Lucas’s chest rumbled. The rising frustration made him suck Velia’s tongue forcefully. As if he wanted to plunder all the sensations. Consuming everything until nothing was left.
Velia’s grasps grew stronger, accompanying the echoing moans. She thought not only her tongue would be sucked, but her very life as well.
Lucas released Velia’s tongue at the right moment. Just when she thought she would faint, Lucas set her free.
Velia did not waste the opportunity. Her eyes opened, and she took in a deep breath of air. Hoping that oxygen could calm her raging metabolism, but Lucas’s kisses disrupted everything.
Lucas was everywhere. His touch was felt on every side. Even in the most secluded corners, it was not exempt from his invasion.
Lucas’s breath roared. Warm and rough. It hit Velia’s hearing senses just a moment before he ravished her earlobe.
“Luc.”
Velia’s sigh flowed. Her eyes rolled unfocused, and then she closed them.
Velia was beyond salvation. Not only were her fortress and defenses shattered and scattered, but she had also surrendered herself completely. Whole. Without missing anything. Everything submitted to Lucas’s intimate conquest.
There was no futile attack. All aimed precisely.
In Velia’s heart, the palpitations increased. Her heartbeat raced. Unstoppable and threatening to explode.
In Velia’s body, the shivers spread. The vibrations grew stronger. Uncontrollable and ultimatums to burst forth.
Primitive instincts took over Velia’s sanity. She awakened with thirst and hunger that demanded satisfaction. Her body rebelled. In Lucas’s touch, she desired complete worship.
“Luc.”
Again and again. Lucas’s name slipped from Velia’s lips with a sensual tone. It sounded profoundly enchanting, but strangely, it did not calm Lucas.
The rumbling grew more intense. Blood surged within the burning embers.
There was an explosion. Heat filled the air. Even breathing now became torturous.
The intimate scent was everywhere. Sensual desires sparked between the two of them. Lucas became more passionate, forcefully removing the nightgown clinging to Velia’s body.
Lucas needed just one pull to free Velia’s breasts. Their beauty was displayed, and he wasted no time, not even a single second.
“Luc.”
Velia’s fingers moved. She left his shoulder and now gripped Lucas’s hair. Maybe at another time, when her common sense was functioning properly, Velia would question the audacity of her actions. But not now.
Velia lost her mind. She was no longer sane as Lucas devoured her nipples in a deeply shaking embrace.
“Luc.”
Restlessness struck. Passion took over Velia’s body. She was no longer in control amidst the waves of desire.
Lucas held Velia’s body. Shifting slightly, he slipped between her long legs. Seeking a position. Finding the perfect spot.
Warmth and kisses adored Velia’s breasts. Her nipples were caressed as tenderly as possible. There were licks. There were strokes. And there were kisses.
Velia moaned. Her face lifted with her mouth open. She seemed helpless and restless in the increasingly overwhelming passion.
Velia’s body writhed. It moved in a sensual rebellion. Not only due to the invasion of Lucas’s mouth but also because of the oppression of his fingers.
Lucas squeezed Velia’s breasts repeatedly. He was addicted to their softness and elasticity. He could not resist the desire to stroke the peaks of her nipples.
Lucas teased. His fingers twisted. Then he gently pinched. It brought a faint sense of pain. However, along with Velia’s desire to experience it again. And more.
Velia’s legs moved restlessly. They kicked faintly and wriggled. Sending signals that were quickly captured by Lucas.
Lucas’s mouth play on Velia’s breasts ended. Only a lingering sensation remained as he gradually moved up to whisper softly in Velia’s ear.
“Patience, my love. I know what you want.”
It seems that Lucas is not yet ready to take Velia to the main course. He still wants to torture her, to make her suffer.
“Luc.”
Lucas hissed. “Patience.”
A meaningful smirk appeared on Lucas’s face, coinciding with his descending hand. Slowly crawling. Caressing gently.
Velia felt breathless. Lucas’s fingers were like hot steps leaving traces on her skin. She burned. It felt fiery, and the pulsation in her femininity was unbearable.
Lucas’s fingers slipped. Through the edge of her nightgown, he entered. Slithering and then finding the desired moisture.
Velia’s throat quivered with a moan. Her eyes closed, and her chest involuntarily swelled. Her body instinctively responded as a touch reached her femininity.
Lucas blinked. Wet and warm, his finger touched her. A perfect reason to invade once again.
Lucas’s middle finger entered without warning. Penetrating and breaking through Velia’s femininity. It brought a small cry followed by an immediate tension that seized the muscles within.
Lucas clenched his jaw. For the thrust given, he received a tight squeeze in return. His intention to tease Velia had turned into a test of Lucas’s patience.
A slight pain arose. Along with surprise. However, it was not enough to dampen the turmoil and primitive imagination that immediately filled Velia’s mind.
Lucas withdrew his finger slightly but did not fully leave. He stayed at the entrance and then stroked it.
The touch was completely unexpected for Velia. It was a play she had never imagined, but Lucas brought it forth.
Lucas entered again. His finger penetrated once more. But this time, there was no pause given.
In and out for a moment. Repeatedly.
Quickly and rhythmically.
Continuously and without a break.
Velia gasped for breath. Then, she jerked suddenly. Lucas’s finger no longer thrusting but stopping at a specific point.
Lucas’s eyes radiated a meaningful gaze. After his exploration, he had found the desired spot.
A faint hollow sensation could be felt. Very faint, but Lucas could sense it.
And so could Velia. When Lucas touched that spot, she felt a jolt in her chest.
Unclear. But there.
Velia held her breath. Her gaze was unfocused. Or maybe it was the world that was shaking?
Lucas’s finger moved. It touched in a rhythm that could not be expressed in words. Not gentle, nor rough.
Lucas applied the right amount of pressure. Not oppressive but rather pleasurable.
Lucas stroked. He caressed. Providing all the adoration that spot desired.
And Lucas did not forget about something else. His thumb moved. It went up and landed on another spot.
“L-Luc.”
Apparently, Lucas remembered well. There was a clitoris that also needed attention. So that’s what he did.
Lucas touched the spot inside while also caressing the intimacy outside. Together, in a truly enchanting rhythm.
It felt so exhilarating. No words could describe it. No colors could depict it.
Velia gasped. Her body tensed. With each stroke and caress, she moaned louder.
Lucas was taken aback. His ego as a man surged. Velia’s response to each temptation he gave stifled his pride.
Continuing to seduce with abandon, Lucas satisfied his desire to dominate. He fulfilled everything for the sake of triumphant conquest.
Velia was powerless. At one point, the onslaught had completely shattered her. Not only in her femininity, but in other places as well.
Lucas’s mouth devoured Velia’s earlobe. He nibbled and filled Velia’s sense of hearing with sensual murmurs.
Lucas once again plundered Velia’s breasts with his free hand. Every finger moved in a steady rhythm, as if milking.
Velia could not hold on. She was overwhelmed. She was pushed to the edge of helplessness, and Lucas thrust her over it.
Velia’s cries resounded, filling the air and shaking the world.
Lucas froze. He blinked as he realized that Velia was holding him tightly. Since when? How long had it been?
Lucas’s tongue licked Velia’s earlobe. Along with the kisses he placed on her temple, he whispered a question.
“How? How is it, Ve? Is it pleasurable?”
It seemed there was no air left in Velia’s world. Nothing but the pleasure that vibrated throughout her body.
Velia tried to gather her sanity. She needed time to regain her composure.
“Answer me, Ve,” Lucas growled. “How does it feel?”
Lucas needed the next serving for his ego. But from the tension in Velia’s vaginal muscles and the shudders throughout her body, he truly didn’t need any response.
“I-it feels…”
Perhaps it was fear. It could also be honesty. One word clearly escaped Velia’s lips.
“… pleasurable.”
Lucas rose without really moving away. He only needed a few seconds, which were insignificant, to remove every clothes in their bodies.
Very quickly. But not as fast as when Lucas pinned Velia down again and immediately thrust into his masculinity.
Velia closed her eyes. A stifled moan lodged in her chest. She bit her lower lip and once again embraced Lucas.
There was a brief pause. Lucas needed to suppress the surging passion that threatened to overthrow his defenses.
Lucas clenched his jaw. He did not want to embarrass himself, but dear God, he could not hold back.
Lucas pulled back his waist. His masculinity exited Velia’s femininity. But in the next moment, he thrust in again with a rhythmic motion.
Velia moaned. Her body naturally responded to each of Lucas’s thrusts. A primitive response that stifled Lucas’s sense of pride.
He kept moving. Lucas’s masculinity slid in and out with an increasingly faster rhythm. At first, it seemed slow, but with each passing second, the pace changed.
Lucas grew more passionate. The warmth and wetness lingering in Velia’s femininity tempted him further. He could not go slowly. Of course not when his desire had boiled up to the core.
Lucas’s groans grew heavier. He tried to stay in control, but Velia did the opposite. The woman lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around Lucas’s waist.
The masculinity slid in. Entering and submerging. Trapped in a heavenly valley that Lucas had never imagined before.
Velia let her primitive instincts take over her body’s workings. As Lucas’s masculinity filled her, a burning desire emerged, demanding more.
Velia let her primal instincts take over her body. As Lucas’s masculinity filled her, a burning desire ignited, demanding more.
Surely, it was greed that was touched by the remnants of pleasure. A hint of greed emerged with an unstoppable hope. She wanted to experience it again.
Lucas would certainly give it to her gladly. So, he embraced Velia tightly and thrust as deep as possible.
Lucas’s hands were on Velia’s waist and shoulders. He did not allow Velia to resist or flinch as his masculinity entered and pressed forcefully.
Velia closed her eyes. Her body felt as if it would split apart when Lucas truly filled her emptiness. Full. Tight. Along with longing.
Passion surged. Its presence became increasingly overwhelming. It boiled the blood in her veins, causing beads of sweat to appear all over her body.
Sweat poured out, appearing on both sides.
Moisture was present. It bound them together, damp and clinging.
Lucas and Velia embraced intensely. Very tightly.
The embrace grew stronger. It was as if neither of them wanted to lose each other. They held on to each other for the long journey ahead.
Lucas became more driven. He burdened Velia with the weight of his body. The sofa sank slightly, but it meant nothing.
Lucas’s chest pressed gently against Velia’s breasts. He pressed and fulfilled all the fantasies that roamed in his mind. He turned everything they desired into reality.
Out and in.
Back and forth.
Lucas withdrew and then pushed forward. He repeated this motion continuously. With each thrust, his human side screamed.
The turmoil became increasingly unbearable. Heat surged. It burned Lucas and Velia in a blazing passion.
Velia moaned. Her cries filled the air, sending a signal of desperation to Lucas.
Unfortunately, Lucas could not do anything to appease Velia. He was in disarray. He lost his reason and could not hold onto his sanity.
Velia’s restlessness became contagious. She infected Lucas with a similar madness, igniting a frenzy that made Lucas lose control.
Lucas growled. His waist moved faster and more forcefully. He continued to penetrate, and Velia’s femininity entrapped him instead.
Tight and firm. It felt certain, accompanied by Velia’s restrained moans. Her body tensed and held onto Lucas with all her might.
Pleasure once again engulfed Velia. Lucas’s thrusts pressed against the exact spot that made her soar instantly.
Velia was thrown off. She truly soared and shattered. And she did not forget to pull Lucas along with her.
The time had come. Lucas had reached the end of his restraint.
Masculinity entered. Entrapped by the trap of Velia’s feminine muscles. Strong and warm, it embraced Lucas, leaving him unable to escape.
His jaw clenched. Teeth grinding. His face hardened as Lucas concluded everything in one final thrust.
Deep.
Strong.
Fast.
Lucas penetrated mercilessly. He crashed into Velia’s last defense. He kept pushing forward, like an invader seeking destruction, but the opposite happened.
It was Lucas who was defeated. He was destroyed. He melted and perished.
Dissipated. Then collapsed completely.
Leaving behind resounding cries of pleasure.
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