“What bad thing happened today, Luc?”
In the end, Velia gave up. Her curiosity finally pushed out the question that had been lingering on the tip of her tongue. She inched closer to gaze deeply into Lucas’ eyes and could clearly feel it.
There was something different about Lucas. Velia sensed that he was not truly present with her that night.
“Nothing,” he replied.
Even his answer and the kisses on the back of her hand felt different. They could not calm Velia as they usually did.
“Dinner was so delicious tonight.”
Lucas did devour all the food, but it seemed like he did not taste it. Furthermore, Velia noticed that Lucas often sighed deeply throughout the meal.
“Thank you.”
Velia nodded once. She decided not to press any further.
“So, are you going to work tonight?”
Lucas let out a long breath. “I don’t think so. I just want to sleep. I’m tired.”
Velia glanced at the wall clock. It was only ten minutes past eight in the evening. Unusual timing for Lucas to go to sleep.
Curiosity resurfaced and knocked. Unfortunately, Lucas had already settled on the bed. Reluctantly, Velia followed suit.
The main light had been turned off. Dim lighting remained from two bedside lamps with yellow shades on each nightstand flanking the bed. In the faint illumination, Velia blinked and stared at the ceiling.
Her eyes refused to close. Her body resisted sleep. Restlessness gnawed at Velia due to her troubled feelings.
Velia turned her head and saw Lucas lying with his back facing her. It was something that had never happened before.
Lucas was not his usual self.
No matter how heavy or how much work he had, Lucas always made sure Velia fell asleep first. It was not uncommon for Lucas to embrace her or at the very least stroke her hair. He never fully lost consciousness when they slept together.
And one thing was truly different. There was no gentle kiss from Lucas that night. The kiss he always gave before they drifted off to sleep.
Velia moved. She took hold of Lucas’ hand, and there was tension, a clear sign that he had not fallen asleep yet.
“Luc.”
Velia’s voice sounded soft. Accompanied by the kiss she planted on Lucas’ upper arm.
Velia pulled Lucas gently. He complied and changed his position, lying down. He asked, “You’re not asleep yet?”
Velia shook her head with a smile. She tried to look at Lucas, but the inadequate lighting did not offer many options.
If Lucas wanted to say it, he would have said it when I asked, but that’s not what happened. Lucas chose not to say it. Could he be facing a serious problem at work that he can’t talk about?
“I’m not sleepy.”
Lucas took a deep breath. “So, what’s your plan? Do you want to watch something?”
“No,” Velia shook her head. “I thought I would spend some time kissing you.”
Velia’s answer startled Lucas. His eyes widened with a half-disbelieving expression. He was surprised, but Velia proved her words a moment later.
Velia moved closer to Lucas. Her lips pressed against his, kissing him.
Lucas swallowed hard. He stiffened. He remained immobile even as Velia’s lips began to move gently, teasing his.
Lucas’ jaw tensed. His hand lifted and he restrained Velia, who was getting closer to him.
The kiss ended. Their lips separated.
Velia opened her eyes, breathing heavily. “Luc? Are you okay?”
“Forgive me, Ve,” Lucas pleaded helplessly. “It’s just that-”
“You don’t want me anymore?”
Lucas immediately looked at Velia. He suppressed a wince that implied an unbearable pain.
“What did you say?”
At least Lucas’ response indirectly provided an answer to Velia. Her question was merely empty words. Lucas still desired her, of course. That’s why Velia took action once again. Without hesitation, she kissed Lucas again on the lips.
Lucas tried to avoid it, but Velia cleverly positioned herself on top of him. She straddled Lucas and passionately kissed him. Unconsciously, it unleashed a growl from Lucas.
“Ve.”
The sound of Velia’s name was muffled in their mouths. It resonated, vibrating, and then truly echoed when Lucas broke free, causing the kiss to end.
Velia did not lose her wits. She followed the end of the kiss with a kiss on Lucas’ rough jaw.
Lucas’ hand, which was holding Velia’s arm, immediately tightened. His fingers grew stronger as Lucas’ hoarse voice was heard.
“Stop, Ve.”
Unfortunately, Lucas’ words were like the wind passing through Velia’s ears. She didn’t stop; instead, she became even more determined to ignite Lucas’ passion.
Following the kiss, Velia planted a small bite on Lucas’ earlobe. Then she left a sensual wet trace along Lucas’ neck.
Lucas struggled to breathe. The air seemed to abandon him altogether.
Velia’s hand slipped beneath Lucas’ shirt. She traced every masculine curve on his abdomen and moved upward. When she reached his chest, she stopped right above his nipple.
“Ve,” Lucas tried to restrain his panting. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, Velia moved her hands to the sides of Lucas’ head, preventing him from moving.
Velia leaned closer to Lucas’ face. She displayed a sight of two soft mounds behind the low neckline of her nightgown. A pair of feminine temptations left unguarded by a bra as the night approached.
Lucas held his breath. The sight reminded him that it had been his desire all along. He had asked Velia not to wear a bra at night. Unfortunately, now he regretted it.
“Ve.”
Velia’s tongue caressed Lucas’ lips. She forced Lucas to withdraw the words he had prepared to say.
Velia grinned. Her whisper sounded warm in Lucas’ ear.
“Tonight…”
Glancing for a moment, Velia looked at it. Lucas was tense, filled with anticipation.
“… I’m going to use you for my pleasure, Luc.”
Lucas’ jaw clenched. Velia’s sensual whispers sparked wild imaginations in his mind. He did not want it, but his body said otherwise.
“Don’t, Ve.”
Velia kissed Lucas’ jawline again, even more teasingly, and happily felt a hint of roughness there.
“Why? Are you still a virgin?” she asked.
Lucas closed his eyes as tightly as possible. He tried to resist, to not acknowledge the temptation that was seducing him in the form of a woman named Velia on top of his body.
The grip on Lucas’ hands loosened. He was freed by a single thought.
Maybe Velia had changed her mind.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips, accompanied by a tinge of unexpected disappointment. It turned out that Lucas’ primal instincts desired the opposite.
But…
Lucas opened his eyes and looked down to find Velia swiftly removing her sleep pants.
His hand moved. Lucas wanted to rise, but…
“Argh!”
A groan escaped Lucas’ throat, followed by his eyes closing again and his head falling onto the pillow.
Velia tantalized Lucas’ yet-fully-awakened masculinity. She devoured every part of it without leaving anything behind. Everything disappeared. Everything drowned. Engulfed in warmth and wetness.
Velia’s mouth and tongue played freely. She teased Lucas’ masculinity in various ways of touch. She sucked, then licked, never forgetting to caress and then engulf.
Velia did not need much time. Ten seconds? Twenty seconds? Who knows. What’s certain is that a change occurred within a short span.
Slowly. Gradually. Vague, then distinctly felt. Lucas’ masculinity rose to full attention, almost choking Velia.
Velia removed Lucas’ masculinity from her mouth, but it did not mean everything was finished. In fact, it was just the beginning of the true temptation.
Up and down. Velia’s mouth cradled Lucas’ masculinity. She stroked and gave licks as if it was the most exquisite pleasure in the world.
Velia’s lips moved. In between the flicks of her tongue, there were also kisses and massages along the length of the shaft. And the gentle suction she applied to the tip.
Lucas growled even louder. His breath became increasingly erratic. He could not hold back when Velia’s mouth sent stimulation to every nerve ending.
Lucas’ body awakened. It was not just evidence of his arousal down there, but his whole being was ignited in a frenzy of desire.
Velia truly knew how to worship. She seduced with everything she had. Not just through direct stimulation from her mouth and tongue, but beyond that.
Velia’s gaze felt different. The smile radiating from her clear eyes hinted at something strange. It seemed foreign and dangerous, but it stirred the soul.
Lucas moaned. His breathing was ragged. Surrender was evident on his face.
The combination aroused Velia. Her feminine side was stirred by the ego that made her confidence surge endlessly.
Lucas, the dominant man, was powerless. Look at him. He appeared pitiful in the throes of the stimulation Velia bestowed upon him.
Velia’s tongue emerged and flicked along the length of his masculinity, causing Lucas to tremble. Again and again, not just once.
More than that. Velia’s temptation intensified as Lucas gasped for breath. Deliberately, she played with Lucas’ testicles. Whether through her lips, tongue, or perhaps her fingers.
“Ve.”
Moans turned into gasps. Lucas’ cries resonated throughout the dimly lit room, filled with a sensuous and desire-laden sound.
For a moment, Velia paused. She was captivated, for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was the sight of Lucas’ aroused face or his proud standing masculinity? It could very well be both.
Velia slowly moved. She took him in, deep and strong, making Lucas’ masculinity disappear to the best of her ability. Right before she decided to rise.
The warmth and wetness vanished. Lucas opened his eyes in an empty gaze. His gaze fixated on Velia, filled with a melancholy fog of desire.
“Ve.”
Lucas’ hoarse voice conveyed a multitude of emotions. Suppressed passion, unspoken hopes, and similar desires.
Lucas swallowed his saliva repeatedly. There was no need for explanation; he knew for certain that what he was experiencing was far from over. Especially when he saw Velia rise confidently on the bed.
No. This was not far from over. It was merely the beginning.
Velia returned Lucas’ gaze. She nailed Lucas with an unwavering stare, not releasing him for even a moment. Even as she slowly lowered her panties, their gazes remained connected.
Velia’s body moved sensually. Her hips swayed as if there was music playing, and she was the most skilled dancer in the world.
Lucas watched Velia. His eyes unblinking, he followed her every movement.
His pupils dilated. Lucas held his breath. He remained motionless as Velia slowly descended once again.
Lucas was like a hunter in waiting. He tried not to create even the slightest rustle, as if afraid that his prey might escape and evade the trap that was ready to ensnare.
A tantalizing panorama teased Lucas. Coming from the base of Velia’s thigh. The soft crevice there provided stimulation effortlessly, even without any deliberate touch.
Lucas held his breath. He waited, driven by an unstoppable instinct. He continued to wait. Patiently waited until finally, Velia sat down.
A glimmer of confusion shone in Lucas’ eyes. Velia did not sit as he had imagined. Not with his masculinity entering her femininity, but Velia sat on his waist.
Velia grinned. Her face descended, and she kissed Lucas’ nipple, followed by intentional contact below. She rubbed her femininity directly on Lucas’ masculinity, allowing the feminine wetness to join in the temptation.
“Still don’t want to make love to me, Luc?”
Lucas’ mouth remained tightly shut for a moment. He took a breath to replenish the oxygen needed for clear thinking. His sanity needed to be sharp to interpret the situation.
“It would be better if you stopped this,” he said.
Velia’s fingers made a circular motion on his other nipple. “If only you said it more seriously,” she whispered meaningfully. “Maybe I would actually reconsider.”
Frustration caused Lucas to close his eyes. Velia’s words felt like a slap to his face. She cornered him with great precision.
“Unfortunately…”
Lucas’ eyes widened. Velia’s hand reached his masculinity without hesitation. Her gentle touch threatened Lucas’ self-defense.
“… this one desires the opposite.”
Velia quickly rose and immediately descended onto his masculinity. She was not the trapped prey but rather the opposite. She willingly fell into the trap.
Two moans merged. They met and filled each other. Together, they enlivened the air with a sensual tone.
Lucas’ masculinity disappeared completely. Submerged as deeply as possible in Velia’s femininity. Unconsciously, he gripped Velia’s thighs as tightly as he could.
Velia’s head fell back. She moaned erotically. Lost in the moment, she wanted to savor the full sensations Lucas was providing her.
Velia opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the blurry ceiling of the room. Vague, before Lucas’ face replaced it.
Velia’s hands remained on Lucas’ chest. She took a deep breath as if it were fuel. And then…
Velia began to move. Her hips swayed in a rhythmic pattern. Undulating in the most hypnotic waves of femininity.
Enchanting.
Soothing.
A spark of passion accompanied each gentle movement. Followed by a whip-like motion filled with emotion. And concluded with a lash of worshipful motion.
Lucas’ grip on Velia’s thighs grew stronger. His fingers tightened as desire ignited with every sway created by Velia.
Lucas’ sanity disappeared. Logic and rationality completely vanished without a trace. They were all sacrificed to the raging desire.
This time, Lucas not only gave a grip with his fingers but more than that. It was Lucas’ pelvic thrusts that welcomed each of Velia’s movements.
Velia’s moans grew louder. Like sighs that reflected the desires of their souls. She burned with passion, swinging with increasing enthusiasm.
Forward and backward. Velia’s buttocks moved in a rhythm akin to the harmony of a world-class harp in an orchestra. Melodious and calming, yet also arousing the greedy side of human nature.
Lucas wanted more and could not stay still. He acted along with the waves that emerged, losing control of his body.
Lucas’ face hardened. He welcomed each of Velia’s arrivals with a strong grip on his thighs. They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm.
Velia squeezed Lucas’ broad chest. Lucas’ reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas’ masculinity at her sensitive spot.
Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion.
As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood.
Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze.
Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.
“Oh, Luc.”
Velia’s moans were like the sound of turbulent water. They made Lucas grit his teeth, growl, and then blindly embrace it.
Lucas’ waist and hands moved in unison. In sync with the rhythm of love that Velia sang, he ensured his movements entered flawlessly.
Continuously. Relentlessly. Without pause.
Velia closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip as her moans transformed into a plea. She whimpered and whispered in desperation. Then, one long cry reverberated.
“Luc!”
Waves of pleasure crashed upon Velia like a tsunami. They rolled and shattered her into insignificant fragments.
Delicate. Small and flat. Just like powerless dust that surrenders when the wind carries it away.
Velia’s orgasm created a trap. Like a snare that captured Lucas’ masculinity in the grip of pleasure. Instantly, darkness filled his vision as he rose, suppressing Velia’s screams of satisfaction with forceful thrusts.
Lucas gripped Velia’s nape. He forced her to open her mouth, and freely, he sucked her tongue inside. Followed by nibbles and bites.
Gasping, Lucas briefly unraveled the passionate entanglement. “I won’t be gentle tonight, Ve.”
Velia opened her eyes, still dizzy from the lingering orgasm. She felt disoriented. It was as if she was floating in space, no longer grounded.
“I won’t break, Luc.”
Velia’s response was like a signal for agreement. A gesture of affirmation. Acceptance and surrender at the same time.
This time, Lucas would not argue; instead, he would act immediately. Both hands moved swiftly. He grabbed Velia’s nightgown and tore through the thin fabric with minimal effort.
Lucas discarded the torn pieces in any direction, not caring where the satin fell. The only thing that mattered was Velia’s breasts.
Velia clenched Lucas’ hair as he engulfed one breast with a single suck. Stronger. Stronger. While the other breast had to surrender to the fervent play of his five fingers.
Adoration multiplied manyfold. Not only because of the thrusts of his masculinity, but also due to the mouth’s suction and Lucas’ hands squeezing both breasts. It drove Velia almost insane.
Lucas became increasingly fervent. His mouth and hands moved more recklessly. He bit in enticing places, leaving red marks where he pleased. Then he explored, caressed, and stroked.
There was no part of Velia’s body left untouched by Lucas. Even when the lovemaking position did not allow them to move freely, he persisted. He continued his efforts until finally succumbing to greed.
Suddenly, Lucas changed their position. Half forcefully, he laid Velia on the bed.
Velia flinched, startled. However, she did not object at all. In fact, she willingly provided an opening for Lucas to slide a pillow right beneath her waist.
The situation was not entirely under control. Velia took a deep breath and prepared herself as Lucas immediately thrust inside.
Velia could only whimper as Lucas proved the truth of his words. He was indeed not gentle. Rather rough, he thrust with all his might. As if he was exerting all his efforts to push Velia to her breaking point.
Full. Intense. Velia could only surrender as Lucas continued to push relentlessly. It almost made her believe that she would be torn apart, shredded.
Lucas growled. Velia’s surrender fed his ego and stoked his emotions in an incredibly precise manner. For everything that happened that day, this might be the only thing that reignited half of his soul.
Everything shattered. Everything was ruined. In Lucas’ eyes, everything melted away without hope.
Destroyed. Threatened to disappear. Lucas no longer had a grip to hold on until Velia fulfilled his senses. He brought forth a sensation that reignited his dimmed spirit. He was like a second life for a soulless being.
Amidst the unspoken suffocation and regret, Lucas still found Velia in his embrace. And not only that, Velia surrendered and became just as passionate as himself.
Darkness grew even darker, veiling Lucas’ eyes. No light remained, only the primitive call from the depths of his subconscious.
Lucas grew fervent. Instinct summoned, and he fulfilled it without a second thought.
Strong. And faster. Not forgetting to thrust deeply.
Velia welcomed it. She wrapped her legs around Lucas’ waist. Wholeheartedly accepting every one of Lucas’ thrusts, her embrace tightened. She surrendered and submitted to the guidance Lucas created.
“Ve.”
Lucas’ growl sounded intimidating. Like a hungry predator’s warning, announcing an unforgiving punishment.
Unfortunately, Velia did not mind at all becoming Lucas’ feast. Instead, she willingly offered herself. It did not matter; Lucas was free to consume her completely.
“Oh! Please, Luc!”
Velia’s chest rose and fell sensually. In the restless urge of desire, every movement of hers was teasing.
Lucas thrust even harder. He pursued relentlessly. In the shadow of the pleasure that had been lingering in his eyelids, he completed it all.
Defenses shattered. The sturdy fortress had crumbled. Lucas shattered simultaneously with one forceful thrust that also unleashed Velia.
Two cries merged. The tranquil night tainted by their cries of pleasure. No need to ask, the end of that long journey had reached its rightful destination.
Satisfied and also happy.
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