Velia’s eyes widened. The words Lucas uttered successfully brought a blush to Velia’s cheeks. Along with the stiffness and annoyance that never failed to silence her.
Silence. Velia could only stand there, stunned, as she gazed at the increasingly changing Lucas. The air around them seemed to be affected as well.
No words were spoken. Lucas could not find any response. However, he interpreted Velia’s silence as an alternative for the word ‘yes.’
Lucas could prove that his prediction was correct. As if he could foresee the future, he found Velia’s fingers welcoming his hand.
Little by little, the distance between them diminished. The gap grew narrower with each passing moment.
Two gazes locked in a straight line, leading them to meet at a single point. They paused momentarily in the falling warm water.
Droplets poured and landed, seeping through and leaving moisture. They imprinted and left traces on their clinging clothes.
Lucas blinked once. The water droplet hanging from his eyelashes fell. His vision cleared, but strangely, Lucas’ gaze became foggy.
Black loomed behind Velia’s white shirt. Vague, yet enticing. Along with the gentle marks imprinted behind it.
The water continued to flow and soak. Lucas swallowed his saliva. His Adam’s apple moved up and down, and his heart began to race.
Velia tilted her head back, savoring the continuously pouring water with closed eyes. She drifted away, as if dissolving into every stream.
Flowing. Seeping. Then infiltrating.
Each droplet left an impression that pierced the skin and reverberated to the bones. It covered the pores with a tingling sensation, stimulating every nerve ending.
Lips parted. Chest pulsating in the wave of air. The pressure kept mounting, creating a subtle tension in the changing atmosphere.
However, nothing had happened. More precisely, nothing had happened yet.
Lucas stood still, not doing anything. The same went for Velia. Both were still caught in an insignificant distance.
It meant nothing at all. It did not compare to the desire slowly emanating from their bodies.
Even without any touch or seductive gaze, the passion between them could not be denied. It was real. It was undeniable.
Velia’s eyelashes trembled faintly, resembling the flapping of bird wings trying to fly in the rain shower.
Faint. Momentarily blurry. Then clear.
Lucas, with his foggy and intense gaze, focused on Velia. On her eyes. On her parted lips. On her clearly rising and falling chest.
The warmth of the water became more noticeable. Perhaps its temperature had risen, or maybe the opposite. Perhaps it was their growing passion that was igniting.
Lucas clenched his jaw. His fingers moved, lifting Velia’s face.
That droplet was like a flower crown in the raindrops. Beautiful. Gorgeous. And it implied all unimaginable beauty.
Lucas let out a faint growl. His vibrations spread in his chest. The increasing warmth sent a thrill to his heart. His blood surged, signaling everything.
Let Lucas predict the future once again. It seemed he was a seer who was confident in one prophecy. That is, this bath would be longer than usual.
Any objections? Oh, certainly not. Not at all. In fact, Lucas would gladly accept it.
Lucas would prove how understanding he was as a man. It would not be a problem if he had to assist Velia in cleaning herself. He would do it willingly.
Fantasies took shape. Forms materialized in mischievous shadows that filled their minds.
This time, it was not just water droplets falling and seeping on Velia’s lips. It was Lucas’ kiss.
Velia’s eyes closed once again rhythmically. For a moment, she remained still, as if she wanted to savor Lucas’ touch for a while.
A second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Lucas’ kiss received a response. Velia’s lips moved gently. Within the flow of water and the pressure of Lucas’ lips, she offered a response that was no less warm.
Slowly and rhythmically, Velia kissed Lucas in her own way. Not fervently or hurriedly. Far from demanding, but strangely capable of exerting pressure.
Lucas’ growl could be heard again. His heart skipped a beat. This time, his body trembled as only their lips served as a bridge of temptation between them.
Their bodies remained apart. Their hands had yet to move. Everything persisted in the embrace of the intoxicating kiss.
It was clearly not just an ordinary kiss. It was a passionate and wet kiss, involving all sensations and imaginations.
Lucas tilted his head to one side, intending to play around at the corner of Velia’s lips, but he found a mischievous touch caressing his bottom lip.
Lucas opened his eyes slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of mischief in Velia’s kiss.
The proof was right in front of his eyes. Velia decided to tease him in the form of a playful flicker of her tongue.
Lucas would not let her escape. He ensnared the culprit trying to flee.
Caught. Imprisoned.
Velia and her tongue could not escape. Lucas’ trap successfully held them in an intimate suction.
Velia’s moan resonated, causing vibrations that invaded Lucas’ sanity. It nurtured erotic fantasies, making them more vivid.
One by one. Lucas promised in his heart that all those fantasies would become real. A true man would always keep his promises.
Starting with the most important. There were a few things that needed to be set aside.
Lucas withdrew the kiss and, in return, his fingers took action. He aimed for every button on Velia’s shirt and unfastened them one by one.
Velia’s gaze met Lucas’. She did not avoid his eyes as he stripped her of her clothes.
Lucas clenched his jaw. Velia’s confident demeanor made his blood surge even more.
Shirt. Skirt. And then the underwear. Lucas discarded them in no time. They piled up uselessly around their feet.
Lucas’s gaze darkened. Velia’s innocence intensified the pressure of his desires, becoming increasingly irresistible. He hastily removed all the clothes from his body as well.
Velia looked down, her focus fixed on one part of Lucas that had revealed itself. It had awakened and risen.
The distance vanished. Their toes met as Velia closed the gap.
Their hands reached out. Fingers moved.
Lucas closed his eyes. His face hardened with a single thought. The warmth of the water meant nothing compared to the heat of Velia’s touch.
It was not just heat. It was boiling. It made his blood boil and his desires swell.
Lucas’s body tensed. In the continuous caresses and strokes Velia bestowed upon him, he felt like he would explode into pieces.
His growl was truly audible this time. He briefly considered taking control, but Velia did something unexpected.
“Ve.”
Lucas opened his eyes and looked down. Velia’s lips were playing with his nipple.
Lucas blinked. He was taken aback by the sudden temptation that assaulted him.
It was not a dream. It was not just a mere imagination. It was real when Velia’s tongue emerged and brushed against Lucas’s nipple.
Velia glanced up. A mischievous sparkle Lucas had never seen before twinkled in her eyes. As for the sensation, well, it was better left unsaid.
Don’t ask Velia the same question. She did not know why she did it either. She simply wanted to do it, driven by an innate impulse.
Velia could not resist the urging of her primal instincts that took over her common sense. Logic and shame slowly eroded away with the growing intimacy.
Could Velia just defend herself? That it was a result of Lucas’s actions and touches all this time. He taught her how to worship and love. He showed Velia the beauty and pleasure of being together.
Velia was not at fault. Temptation created an unknowing addiction within her.
So, while her gentle fingers caressed his masculinity, Velia gladly explored Lucas’s chest with her lips. At first, she thought it was embarrassing and silly. It seemed improper or unworthy, but all those thoughts dissipated when she tried.
Velia’s first kiss on Lucas’s nipple brought sensations she had never imagined. Her heart raced. Her breath hitched. There was a surge that hit her.
Strangely enough, it made her want to experience it again.
Velia swallowed her saliva. She couldn’t restrain her desire and proceeded to do the same thing once more. She kissed him again. And again.
Not enough. Greed awakened in her, urging her to crave more. The kisses were not enough compared to the fleeting images in Velia’s mind.
What would she gain? What would she feel? What could she do?
It was not only Lucas who could do it. Velia could do it too, right? There was nothing wrong with doing something similar, was there?
For example, licking. Perhaps sweeping. Even teasing Lucas’s nipple with her tongue. Exactly what she had experienced from him, she wanted to repay in kind.
Equally intense. Equally magnificent.
Lucas growled. His chest rumbled. His body trembled. He never imagined that a kiss could turn his world upside down. That one lick could make his world spin in disarray.
And that did not even include the caresses Velia initiated. She traced faint curves on Lucas’s abdomen and slowly ventured upward. Like an explorer, she relished the journey full of mysteries.
What was hidden? What was concealed? What could be plundered?
Velia might have found the answers. One or two, it did not matter.
Perhaps luck was on her side, and Velia would discover the third answer. As her fingers continued to ascend, up, and up, they eventually moved intimately to find their destination at the back of Lucas’s neck.
Two grips seized Velia’s upper arms. Velia’s playful fingers on Lucas’s masculinity and neck came to an abrupt halt.
Velia flinched. Startled, she lifted her face, and Lucas’s intimidating expression emerged from the water droplets.
“You sparked a fire that shouldn’t have been, Ve.”
Velia held her breath. Forget the fact that she had discovered where Lucas’s treasure was hidden; now there was a sensual threat dancing around. Lucas raised the war flag.
“Y-you like it.”
Lucas squinted his eyes. Velia mimicked his expression. Instead of asking a question, she made a statement.
A true statement. Lucas could not deny it when his body had already given a tangible response.
“Very much,” Lucas admitted. “Unfortunately, you forgot something, Ve.”
Water dripped, weighing down Velia’s eyelids. She blinked briefly.
“What?”
Without answering directly, Lucas slowly grinned as he released his grip.
“A shower.”
Velia frowned. “A-ah, a shower.”
Lucas’s grin had a meaningful look. His hand reached out and pressed the shampoo bottle in the corner of the shower stall.
“Is that so? Didn’t you want to take a shower?”
Ada heat different. It did not come from the shower water but from Velia’s cheeks. But she could not think much when Lucas’s ten fingers began massaging her head.
Velia closed her eyes. The scent of the shampoo and the gentle foam started enveloping her. She was trapped and mesmerized by the unexpected worship.
Velia’s body softened. She relaxed, and a calm and peaceful expression adorned her face.
Lucas was captivated. Velia’s surrender left a profound impression on him. Joy, happiness, and pride filled his heart.
Lucas paused the massage for a moment. Quickly, he turned Velia’s body so that the worship could continue in a more enjoyable manner.
“You like it,” he said.
Velia’s smile widened. It was not just because of Lucas’s words but also because the massage on her head touched soothing points.
Oh my. Velia was even convinced that the massage she received at the salon was nothing compared to Lucas’s touch.
“I do,” Velia whispered. “I really do.”
Lucas combed Velia’s hair with his fingers. “Of course, you do. But you forgot something important here.”
Velia’s wide smile turned into a mischievous grin. Lucas was teasing her subtly, sparking questions in her mind. Would this be just an ordinary shower or something more? Was she the only one thinking that way?
“You should take a shower,” he continued.
Lucas finished the head massage and moved on to the liquid soap, continuing the real shower experience.
Now it was Velia’s back that became the target. Lucas lathered the foam there and played with nimble fingers. He slipped between the curves, then rubbed in the hidden crevices.
Velia’s mischievous smile disappeared, replaced by a stiff smile and a held breath in her chest.
Perhaps Lucas was thinking the same as Velia. Perhaps that’s how it should be. It was only natural that clear thoughts could not be held when they were together.
Lucas’s fingers proved it. That it would not be an ordinary shower. As the promise ingrained in his mind, Lucas would fulfill some of his fantasies. Starting from…
“Ah!”
Lucas’s touch turned into a squeeze on Velia’s breasts. Not just one, but he greeted them both.
Velia gasped. As her head tilted upwards to rest on Lucas’s chest, she continued with a voice full of sexual nuances.
Lucas’s face slipped and landed on Velia’s shoulder. He leaned in, delightfully offering the next temptation.
A kiss on Velia’s neck. Lips parted, tongue licking, and suction completing the act.
A bite on Velia’s earlobe. Teeth scratching, breath roaring, and nibbling concluding.
Not to mention a gentle touch slowly slipping down there. Faint, between existence and non-existence. Sneaking, a subtle nudge of Lucas’s masculinity in the gap between Velia’s buttocks.
Tingling sensations emerged and tickled. They crawled, spreading until they reached their destination at Velia’s femininity. In the warm shower water that continued to flow, they created their own warmth. A signal for the desire that longed for fulfillment in the near future.
Velia gasped. Her hands rose, and she embraced Lucas’s head. She tugged at his hair as the proof of Lucas’s desire became even more enticing.
“Luc.”
Velia’s voice changed. Not as sensual as before, more implying a wordless request.
Lucas chuckled. It seemed he still wanted to play when Velia’s breasts swelled in his grasp. Along with her nipples, which, as time went on, became more erect. Firm and stiff, they challenged the caresses of his fingertips.
The squeezes and touches suddenly turned into a tight embrace. Lucas’s desire had reached its peak as he tightly held Velia’s body. Lucas’s waist moved subtly, and Velia’s buttocks responded.
“It seems…”
Intentionally, Lucas whispered teasingly into Velia’s ear. He seduced her and made her gasp.
“… your shower is done.”
Finishing his words, Lucas swiftly turned Velia’s body. He immediately lifted her up, and Velia wrapped her legs around his waist.
Lucas directed his masculinity towards Velia’s femininity. He pushed, and at the same time, Velia did the same.
Two beings merged in the most intimate union in the world. In the collision and thrusts that occurred, they both felt shocked. The sensation was unimaginable.
“Oh, Luc!”
Velia shifted slightly in Lucas’s embrace. She embraced his neck while his hands eagerly squeezed her waist.
Lucas waited for a moment. At least until Velia’s faint moans indicated the end of pain. Replaced by rhythmic breathing that indicated readiness. It was at that moment that he began to push and pull Velia’s waist in sync with the movements that started.
Lucas’s groans and Velia’s moans echoed. They filled the shower chamber with sensual sounds that kept responding to each other. Continuous and uninterrupted.
It was like a love affair that kept undulating ceaselessly. It surged and engulfed two human beings in the roar of desire that grew stronger.
Along with the peculiar thought that crossed Velia’s mind. Could it be because Lucas was the first man to touch her? So, melting, floating, and being captivated were absolute feelings she experienced when Lucas worshipped her?
It was the same as what was happening right now. When Lucas pushed, Velia felt an urgent instinct, and she moved to welcome it.
Lucas’s thrusts sank deeper into Velia’s femininity. Without a ripple, he managed to silence Lucas’s proud masculinity in one gulp.
Lucas closed his eyes. Velia’s femininity was like a black hole capable of attracting and devouring everything. Including himself, who from the beginning consciously submerged himself.
Not only the physical aspect, but also their souls were involved. Lucas felt a similar surrender when Velia submitted, rendering him completely helpless to the core.
Lucas tightened his grip on Velia’s waist, just as his masculinity entered and exited with unwavering determination. His movements were steady and purposeful, evoking a tantalizing frustration that caused Velia to bite her lower lip.
Collisions occurred, not only within Velia’s femininity but also externally. They originated from the meeting of his masculinity and her buttocks. Intermittent and continuous. Several times. Creating a sensuous splashing that heightened the temperature of their lovemaking.
It felt naughty. Intensely arousing. In the midst of the rushing water that soaked them, there was no sweat or perspiration. However, desire remained palpable.
Lucas tightened the embrace. Velia strengthened her hold. They clung to each other, unwilling to let go as the rhythm began to escalate.
Fierce, powerful, and deep.
Lucas had no difficulty embodying these three qualities when Velia initiated. He momentarily lifted his buttocks as Lucas withdrew, only to descend eagerly when Lucas thrust again.
Velia trembled. Experiencing the collisions repeatedly, she tightly shut her eyes and bit her lower lip. Muffled moans lingered in her throat, but the exquisite pain didn’t escape Lucas’s sense of hearing.
Lucas’s face hardened. He could feel the tension gripping Velia’s body. There was no more ease as her bones and muscles transformed, constricting with intensity.
Velia’s legs tightened around Lucas’s waist. Her embrace around his neck grew stronger. Coupled with the tugging of Lucas’s hair. And accompanied by muffled sounds that seemed to resonate in the air, their passion soared.
Lucas was driven. In the pleasure he himself enjoyed, there was a clear goal he should achieve.
Lucas’s masculinity continued its movements. He tried to maintain the rhythm as Velia’s feminine muscles began to tempt the threshold.
Lucas restrained himself. He attempted to hold back as their lovemaking hinted at release.
The air held in his chest. Jaw clenched. Lips sealed tightly.
Lucas gripped Velia’s buttocks, filled with longing and impatience. His movements became wild and reckless. He pressed forward, disrupting any futile defenses Velia had.
More shattered. More formless.
Velia could not endure it any longer and bit down on Lucas’s shoulder. Her body grew taut and tense, while Lucas thrusted without restraint.
Continue. Continue. Continue.
At the right moment, Lucas pulled Velia’s buttocks with all his strength, causing his masculinity to graze the sensitive point. He pressed and closed the thrust with a powerful collision.
Velia’s bite intensified. She screamed in complete ecstasy, instantly blurring her vision.
Darkness. Without any light.
Silence. Without any sound.
Emptiness. Without anything.
Leaving Lucas trapped in the web of Velia’s pleasure. He was ensnared within the tightly clenching muscles of her femininity.
Lucas clenched his jaw. His masculinity was trapped in an indescribable pleasure. How did it feel? Tight and resilient. And there was warmth.
Lucas growled. He advanced and pinned Velia against the wall.
It should have been cold, but Velia instead felt a blazing heat. In the aftermath of their lingering pleasure, Lucas seemed to emit an inferno.
Lucas would not let her go. Or rather, it wasn’t time yet. There was something more he would do.
Velia did not resist but accepted willingly. She opened herself up and embraced Lucas, whispering sensually into his ear.
“Oh, Luc.”
Lucas lost his rationality. Swept away by the flowing water. He urged on and felt the traces of Velia’s pleasure creating a wetness that allowed his masculinity to conquer more smoothly.
Lucas entered without any hindrance. He broke through. Penetrating deeply.
Once. Twice. Three times.
The surging desire overwhelmed Lucas, and he could not hold back any longer. His roar shattered the silence, followed by a forceful thrust.
Lucas squeezed Velia’s buttocks. He pulled her forcefully and then unleashed all the pleasure that erupted.
A pang surged through Lucas’s masculinity. He trembled, and his masculinity pulsed within her.
Lucas concluded their lovemaking at the perfect moment. He sealed it with a powerful surge. As a result, not only was Lucas shattered and scattered, but Velia also collapsed in disarray.
A moment passed. Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the continuing rush of water could be heard. Then, a faint laughter from Lucas finally broke the silence.
Lucas kissed the side of Velia’s head. Briefly, he noticed her limbs instantly turning limp, as if she no longer had any strength.
“Can you stand?”
Velia’s head hung weakly on Lucas’s shoulder. “Maybe. Lower me down slowly, Luc.”
Lucas did as Velia asked. He made sure she could truly stand on her own two feet.
For a moment, Velia relied on Lucas. She held onto him for a few seconds, and Lucas grinned.
“Do you need my help to get to the room?”
“I’m fine,” Velia said with a hint of embarrassment. “You’d better finish your shower.”
Velia lifted her face with her hand on Lucas’s chest. She smiled and hinted at temptation in her eyes.
“At least I’ve already taken a shower.”
Lucas grinned with meaning. He blinked once and did nothing as Velia let go. A clear sign that now was the time for Lucas to truly take a shower.
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