Lucas’ arrival brought a smile to Jeff’s face. After the unpleasant incident the other day, he honestly did not expect his son to come back so soon.
Jeff was pleasantly surprised but welcomed him with open arms.
“What wind brings you home, Luc? It’s not like you to come home on a workday,” Jeff asked.
It was another unexpected addition that caught Jeff off guard. It was not Lucas’ usual habit to come home on a workday, especially considering he often worked late.
“I just dropped by for a moment,” Lucas replied meaningfully. “There’s something I want to discuss with Mom and Dad.”
Jeff nodded and immediately instructed the butler to summon Sandra. They waited for a while, and soon enough, Sandra arrived.
“So, what’s going on? Does this have something to do with work?” Jeff began the conversation straightforwardly. He went straight to one possibility, and Lucas’ shake of the head confirmed it.
“It has nothing to do with my work. The office is fine,” Lucas said.
Jeff nodded. He glanced at Sandra and noticed that her expression was unusual. His wife seemed to be in a bad mood.
Sandra saw no need to pretend when she was still angry at Lucas. Yesterday’s incident had left her perplexed, especially with Lucas’ sudden visit.
“First of all, I apologize to Mom for my actions yesterday.”
Lucas had a reason for coming and requesting a meeting with his parents. He did not like Sandra’s behavior, but that did not mean he could just brush it off after their argument yesterday.
Lucas hoped Sandra would forgive him, especially because he had another hope that brought him there.
“Apologize?” Sandra’s tone shattered Lucas’ hope in an instant. She scoffed briefly with a disdainful expression. “You’re only realizing your mistake now, Luc? After you crossed the line with your own mother?”
Jeff looked back and forth between his wife and son. A wave of confusion swept over him, prompting him to reflexively ask, “What actually happened? Did I miss something?”
Sandra scoffed. She had no intention of answering Jeff’s question as she turned away, unwilling to look at Lucas.
“Mom, please. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t been so busy pushing me toward Clarissa. How many times do I have to say it? I have no interest in Clarissa whatsoever.”
Jeff did not need an immediate answer. The two-way conversation between Lucas and Sandra had already given him a clear conclusion.
“Please, don’t force me. I’m not interested in her at all,” Lucas pleaded.
Sandra took a deep breath. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Luc. I just want you to be close to her. Clarissa is the right woman for you.”
“I’ve also said it repeatedly, Mom. I’m not interested in Clarissa. I could never accept another woman.”
“Lucas.”
Sandra clenched her fists. For a moment, she restrained herself, but Lucas’ response reignited her lingering emotions.
“Do you have any leads on Velia?”
Jeff’s question interrupted at the right time. The tension between Lucas and Sandra momentarily eased, but unfortunately, with a completely inappropriate diversion.
“Is that so, Luc?” Jeff asked again. “Have you found Velia?”
Sandra waited. Her emotions were replaced by a terrifying tension. She tried to remain calm, but it was difficult.
No, God, please. I beg you, please. Let Lucas say he hasn’t found Velia yet.
Lucas let out a brief sigh. Painfully, he smiled faintly and shook his head.
“Not yet.”
Lucas’ voice sounded very soft. Coupled with the turmoil in his eyes, it conveyed endless sadness and despair.
“I haven’t found her yet, but I won’t stop.”
“You won’t stop?” Sandra exclaimed with a sudden relief that welled up in her chest. The tension began to dissipate. “Can’t you see the reality? Velia has already left you, Luc. So why are you still looking for her?”
“Did Velia leave me, or did you force her to leave me?”
Shock pierced Sandra’s heart. She flinched with widened eyes. She did not anticipate that possibility.
“W-what? What do you mean, Luc?”
Lucas stared directly at his mother. “Please, Mom. Tell me that it wasn’t you who made Velia leave me.”
“Y-you dare accuse your own mother?”
Tremors filled Sandra’s voice. Trying to remain calm became difficult now. She swallowed hard with a rigid face.
“Are you accusing me?!”
Lucas remained silent. He stood still, locking his gaze without blinking, while Jeff quickly grasped the worsening situation.
“Lucas,” Jeff called. “I know you’re in a difficult situation. You don’t have to accept Clarissa, and you can search for Velia as you wish, but…”
Jeff turned to look at his wife, reaching out to gently squeeze her fingers, giving a brief comforting squeeze.
“… you mustn’t accuse your mom. She could never do such a thing.”
Lucas’ jaw tensed, and a faint grumble could be heard. “I hope so too, Dad.”
Sandra’s tension increased. Jeff could also sense it from his hand in her grip.
Worries arose, but Jeff dismissed them. Holding onto one fact, he was certain Sandra could not have done it.
“Mom wants what’s best for you, Luc. Besides, I am sure Mom will accept Velia, considering she’s the daughter of her old friend.”
Finally, Lucas’ gaze left Sandra. He turned to Jeff with a trace of confusion.
“What do you mean, Dad?”
“You probably don’t know because you were too busy starting your career at the beginning of your relationship,” Jeff continued to explain. “Velia’s father is her old friend. Their relationship could be considered very close.”
It was information Lucas had never known before. Velia had never mentioned it, so he was convinced that she did not know either.
“So, it’s impossible for Mom to have the heart to separate Velia from you. She just doesn’t want you to keep thinking about her. She just doesn’t want you to hold onto empty hopes that may never come true.”
Like the head of the household, Jeff diffused the tension between mother and son. The atmosphere began to change, and he smiled understandingly at Lucas.
“I know Velia is a good woman, and if you insist, it means she’s the right person for you. So, I am confident that Mom will eventually melt when Velia returns,” Jeff said, turning to Sandra. “Isn’t that, right?”
Sandra composed herself. It was difficult, but she managed to force a fake smile and nod.
“Of course. I just don’t want my only son to be hurt because of love.”
*
How could Lucas be hurt by love when all he felt was happiness? Just by looking at her, his heart bloomed like flowers.
Lucas arrived home about 40 minutes ago. He went straight to the kitchen and decided to do what he had been doing lately-watching Velia engrossed in her activities.
Right now, Lucas leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and gazed at Velia with overflowing love, unconsciously smiling at her.
Velia was on the other side, humming with a radiant face as she arranged the fried shrimp on a plate, garnishing it perfectly. Like a renowned chef, she appeared motivated to present a dish that not only tasted delicious but also looked beautiful.
A wide smile adorned Velia’s beautiful face. She looked refreshed and radiant, not only because she had taken a bath but also because of the joy that filled her heart.
Lucas would surely love it.
That’s what seemed to reflect in Velia’s eyes. She etched it in her mind, and Lucas was sure he could feel that hope.
Lucas let out a breath. He could not hold back any longer and decided to walk slowly towards her. Graceful and silent, he hugged Velia from behind.
There was a moment of surprise that jolted Velia. Just for an instant. The seconds ticked by, and Lucas felt Velia’s touch on his hands.
“You’re back?”
Lucas nodded against Velia’s shoulder.
“For a long time?”
“Long enough for me to record an entire album of songs that you sang.”
Lucas’s voice hinted at amusement, and Velia reflexively clapped her hands, causing his laughter to resound.
“You don’t need to tease me. I know my voice is bad.”
Lucas tilted his head with a playful smile. His hand rose slowly, gently tucking Velia’s long hair behind her other shoulder.
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
Lucas’s warm breath brushed against Velia’s skin. She shivered and tried to stay composed as she asked,
“What secret?”
“Your voice…”
Lucas’s lips placed a moist kiss on Velia’s neck. Velia’s eyes instantly closed, and her breath caught in her chest.
“… is the thing I want to hear the most.”
Lucas left a wet trail that successfully triggered a tingling sensation in Velia’s thirst. Suddenly, her mouth went dry, and her voice sounded hoarse when she spoke.
“W-what if you take a shower? I’ll prepare your dinner right away.”
Lucas ignored the question. He did not answer but instead opened his mouth, not to kiss, but to suck.
“Oh, Luc.”
Velia squeezed Lucas’s hand, which remained on her stomach. She gasped, her senses heightening as Lucas’s warm and wet tongue gave a long lick. It made Velia curl her toes.
Velia’s heart raced faster, especially with Lucas’s deep voice whispering,
“Do you know how much I desire you, Ve?”
Velia gasped, trying to catch her breath as dizziness set in. Her world changed in an instant, not for the better.
“Velia,” Lucas whispered again. “Do you know?”
It took strength for Velia to nod, to agree, and then Lucas pulled down the shoulder of her shirt. Now Lucas caressed her skin there, causing her to throw her head back.
“I desire you so much.”
His husky words were spoken simultaneously with the red marks Lucas left along Velia’s shoulder. He created tangible evidence of their passion while his hands moved.
Velia closed her eyes, trying to gather every ounce of scattered energy. At least she had to stay standing as Lucas’s hands began to explore.
“Ah.”
One of Lucas’s hands slipped beneath her shirt and landed on Velia’s breast. He squeezed, and Velia’s moan echoed loudly.
“Luc!”
Velia’s cry broke a moment later, precisely when Lucas’s other hand slipped through the waistband of her pants. He entered and touched her clitoris without any warning.
In a whirlwind. In temptation.
“Spread your legs, Ve.”
Velia could not refuse Lucas’s words, especially when she desired it as well. Erotic thoughts flashed through her mind, urging her to spread her legs, even if it required effort.
An opening was obtained. Lucas slipped his fingers into Velia’s femininity. He moved in and out with skilled and controlled motions, overwhelming Velia with a passion that instantly shattered her sanity.
“Do you want to be with me, Hon?”
Lucas gasped. The intensity of his squeezes and the movements of his fingers increased, along with the licks he gave on Velia’s earlobe.
“Do you want to?”
Velia was not sure what Lucas was asking as his touch consumed her sanity. Especially when Lucas found her sensitive spot inside her, Velia could not think anymore.
“Tell me if you want to be with me, Ve.”
Velia moaned. Her eyes tightly shut. She became powerless as Lucas continued to intensify his movements below.
“Ve,” Lucas groaned. “Tell me.”
Velia could not answer. The squeezing and thrusting disrupted the workings of her body. Her mind was no longer in the world but in another dimension filled with alluring delights.
Moans resonated. Her voice sounded weak and heartbreaking, as if tormented by a myriad of sensations.
Continuously and endlessly, driving her to the brink.
“Tell me.”
Moans turned into cries. Velia’s hand rose and gripped Lucas’s hair. Her legs moved suddenly, closing, and then clenching. She screamed.
“Yes!”
Lucas tensed. Velia’s muscles clenched, trapping Lucas’s finger in a wave of pleasure.
“I want to be with you, Luc. I want to.”
Lucas turned Velia’s body around. He immediately captured Velia’s parted lips with a passionate kiss while his hands swiftly unbuttoned her shirt.
Velia cupped Lucas’s cheek, maintaining the fiery kiss as Lucas threw his shirt onto the floor.
Lucas’s eyes were filled with a hazy passion. He gazed at Velia without blinking and pushed her towards the square dining table behind them.
Lucas laid Velia down, with half of her body landing on the table while her legs hung in the air.
There was no patience. No time to be wasted in waiting.
Quickly, Lucas pushed up Velia’s shirt along with her bra. Truly, he did not want to waste any time undressing Velia as usual.
Leaving the shirt and bra piled on her chest, Lucas immediately descended. Briefly, he glanced at her hardened nipples in his ardor. Then, they both surrendered to Lucas’s teasing. It consisted of sucking and pinching.
Velia closed her eyes. Lucas’s teasing rendered her powerless. She could not do anything.
She could only moan. And whimper. And sigh.
Everything Lucas did made Velia weak in body and soul. She was helpless, and it felt as if the wind was carrying her to the heights of ecstasy.
Lucas withdrew. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button and unzipped his pants. Finally, he could free the throbbing ache that had been building up inside him.
Velia gazed sadly at Lucas’s masculinity. He stood proudly, appearing tense and rigid, causing her to swallow hard with a pounding chest.
Lucas swiftly took care of the most important matter. Velia’s shorts and underwear disappeared in an instant. He reached out to touch, but Velia, fully aware, lifted both her legs to the edge of the table.
An erotic sight stretched before Lucas’s eyes. Moist. Glistening.
Lucas lost control. Even without much action, Velia knew exactly how to tease. She seduced without words, yet melted Lucas to his core.
His arousal heightened. Heart pounding. Heat igniting.
Lucas was tempted, but he could no longer resist. So, against his own desire, he suppressed it with a long stroke of his tongue on Velia’s femininity. Then he changed his touch to powerful and swift thrusts of his masculinity.
Velia moaned. And so did Lucas.
For a moment, Lucas fell silent. He leaned against the side of the table with closed eyes, as if savoring the sensation that enveloped him. A feeling that made him know Velia was with him. A feeling he would never let go of, no matter what.
Lucas opened his eyes. Velia’s legs were already wrapped around his waist, leaving him with no other option but to start moving. Forward and backward, full of dominance. He began to thrust and accelerate.
Passionate. Full of enthusiasm. With each thrust that blurred rationality, a little bit of oxygen illuminated Velia’s mind.
It was difficult. Not an easy task. Fortunately, Velia faintly remembered.
It felt the same. Almost identical. This lovemaking reminded Velia of a recent incident. When Lucas came home late with the scent of alcohol clinging to him. And also, during office hours, during their break.
It was unusual. There was something similar between the two situations. Lucas ravished her with fervor, without any gentle caresses as an opener. He, who usually began with rhythmic thrusts, instead pressed forcefully from the very first push.
Velia could sense it. Something was happening to Lucas. Perhaps it had to do with work or office problems.
It could be. It made sense.
Velia was well aware of the heavy burden and responsibilities that Lucas carried. She could not help with that. The only thing she could do was provide a temporary relief from the turmoil that plagued him.
Yet Velia did not mind at all. She felt like she was flying when Lucas ravished her with rhythmic thrusts, but there was a different sensation she experienced when she was loved like this.
Adrenaline surged. Heartbeats raced faster. Lungs breathed faster and more efficiently. She pushed herself, increasing blood pressure and causing a rush. Boosting glucose levels to create the energy needed.
She became alert. Full of anticipation. All her senses were on high alert as the intensity heightened, causing sweat to break out all over her body.
Velia moaned. She closed her eyes in the onslaught of the overwhelming heat. Her body felt like it was burning in the raging passion. Roaring. Boiling.
“Luc.”
Velia’s hands moved aimlessly. She tried to find something to hold onto as her face expressed surrender. Helpless and desperate. Just like what Lucas felt.
Anger, sadness, and resistance. All these negative emotions filled Lucas’s mind. The conversation with his parents left an indescribable restlessness.
His jaw clenched. Lucas’s face tensed as he looked at Velia. Even a blind person could see the love Velia felt for him.
There would never be anything like it. There had never been a biological connection that felt so suffocating. There had never been a biological connection that could squeeze the heart like this.
It had never existed. So, there was only one logical possibility. That it was love. Because if it was not, then what was it?
“I love Lucas, God. I truly love Lucas.”
An unfamiliar heat emerged at the wrong time. It burned in Lucas’s eyes, turning them red.
Lucas swallowed his saliva, carrying the bitterness and unspoken anger. He wanted to rebel and vent, but perhaps now was not the time.
Slowly. Gradually. Bit by bit. The thrusts created pauses that brought about tranquility.
Not immediate. It was gradual. And Velia’s response made everything easier.
Lucas blinked. A droplet of sweat fell and lingered on the edge of his eyelashes, hanging for a moment before trickling away into the unknown.
“Luc.”
Velia’s moan was like a hypnotic enchantment, robbing Lucas of his sanity with her feminine charm.
Desperate gasps. Helpless flushed face. Labored breaths. It all intensified Lucas’s desire, urging him to thrust as forcefully and deeply as possible.
Velia gasped. She screamed. Growing more desperate.
Lucas clenched his jaw. Now everything vanished from his mind, and only one thing filled his thoughts. A fervent spirit to experience even greater pleasure than this.
Moans echoed. Lucas collapsed. He landed on top of Velia, pinning her down. And Velia’s embrace immediately welcomed him with strength.
Lucas became wild. His thrusts continued to press forward with a blazing intensity.
This was no longer just heat. It was a burning flame. A raging lava that could destroy anything in its path.
Sweat splashed. He saturated their bodies with the dew of passion. Warm droplets with the scent of love. Covering their skin with a biting, tingling sensation. Binding them closer together.
Intimate. Sensual.
Two beings were no longer separate individuals. They merged physically and were bound spiritually.
“You’re mine, Ve.”
Lucas held Velia tightly. So tightly that Velia moaned in restraint. A little pain, but it felt so wonderfully soothing.
“You’re mine.”
Velia did not reply. Instead, she moaned in despair. All words vanished as Lucas’s thrusts collided deep within her.
Lucas touched Velia exactly where it mattered. He pushed. Continuing to press until Velia was overwhelmed and then exploded.
Velia’s scream reverberated. She shattered in the ecstasy that erupted, blinding her vision.
Velia’s collapse was Lucas’s catastrophe. The explosion indulged Lucas. It unleashed a resounding impact.
Lucas received his reward. For the thrusts he gave, he received a firm grip on his masculinity.
Velia trapped him. She ensnared and imprisoned Lucas with the tightness of her femininity.
Lucas’s roar shook the world. His masculinity penetrated as deeply as possible, feeling the mouth of Velia’s womb, then pressing against it.
That was the final climax. The culmination of all their passion. Sealed perfectly by the sparks of their love.
*