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    Lucas’ lips traveled from hers to her jaw, down her throat, then lower still, until they found the delicate swell of her chest. His mouth imed her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.


    A ripple of shivers coursed through her as goosebumps bloomed beneath his touch. Her quiet moan stirred something primal in him.


    He couldn’t wait any longer. Bracing himself above her, he hooked her slender legs around his waist and thrust into her in one swift, fluid motion.


    Belinda cried out, her hand flying to his chest.<fnda58> Fresh chapters posted on Find?Novel</fnda58>


    “Be gentle!” she said breathlessly, the protestced with both admonishment and desire.


    “Alright, alright,” Lucas replied, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be gentle.” But promises made in the heat of passion are rarely kept.


    Gentle? That word had no ce in Lucas’ vocabry tonight.


    He moved with the urgency of a ravenous wolf, every ounce of restraint stripped away by desire. And one round wasn’t nearly enough to tame the hunger inside him.


    The trash bin told the story—three used condoms already discarded, yet Lucas showed no sign of stopping.


    When Belinda saw him tearing open a fourth wrapper, her eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Lucas, that’s enough for tonight!” She was utterly spent.


    As she spoke, she tried to scoot away from him, retreating to the farthest corner of the bed.


    “Just one more time,” Lucas rasped, his voice rough with desire, each word trailing a sensual heat that made her tremble.


    He didn’t wait for permission. With practiced ease, he slid on the condom, then pulled her back into his arms. Lifting her hips, he entered her once more.


    “You are insatiable…” Belinda whimpered, her voice a delicious mixture of exasperation and surrender.


    Lucas honored his promisepletely this time. After this round, he actually stopped.


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    But Belinday there so utterly exhausted that even lifting her arms seemed impossible. She then descended into a deep, restorative slumber.


    The next morning, Belinda stirred awake to find her body aching. Waves of soreness mixed with tingling numbness swept through every muscle.


    “Ugh…” She winced, her face twisting into a slight frown.


    “Finally awake?” Lucas’ voice rumbled beside her ear, deep and husky, carrying that familiar teasing warmth.


    The instant she heard his voice, Belinda’s eyes flew open. She directed a fierce re in his direction before promptly closing them again, making her refusal to engage with him abundantly clear.


    Lucas’ tone softened, coaxing and gentle. “Still angry with me? Last night was entirely my fault. I lost controlpletely.” With that, he leaned down and kissed Belinda’s forehead.


    Belinda disregarded his gesture on purpose. Apologies flowed from his lips with such practiced ease now, yet the next asion would find him acting ording to his desires once again.


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