<h4>Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Overflowing Lust</h4>


    (Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)


    My body was still trembling with aftershocks when Lucas pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. His breathing was heavy, but I could see the way his jaw clenched in a desperate bid to control his own lust.


    “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured against my skin, his hands already sliding beneath me. His cock popped out of me, and I gasped at the sudden empty feeling.


    “But you’ve not—” I started to say, but stopped when he kissed me.


    “Later,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “There’s no rush.”


    I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled embarrassingly. “I don’t think I can walk yet,” I admitted with a breathlessugh.


    Lucas’s lips curved into a rare, satisfied smile. “Good.”


    Without warning, he scooped me into his arms. I yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me toward the bathroom.


    “Lucas! I can walk,” I protested weakly, though we both knew it wasn’t true. I could probably walk as well as a newborn deer right now.


    “Let me take care of you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. The authority in his voice sent a renewed shiver of desire through me.


    The bathroom was spacious, with arge tub that could easily fit two people. Lucas set me down gently on the edge while he turned on the faucets, testing the water temperature with his hand.


    “You’re spoiling me,” I said, watching his naked form move with effortless grace.


    He nced over his shoulder, his green eyes darkening as they raked over my body. “You deserve to be spoiled.”


    Steam began to rise from the filling tub, fogging the mirror. Lucas added some bath salts that smelled ofvender and vani, then turned to me with an outstretched hand.


    “Come here,” he said softly.


    I took his hand, letting him guide me into the tub. The warm water enveloped me, soothing my aching muscles. I expected Lucas to leave me to soak, but instead, he stepped in behind me, his long legs bracketing mine as he settled into the water.


    “Oh,” I breathed, surprised but pleased as he pulled me back against his chest.


    “Is this okay?” he asked, his lips brushing my ear.


    I leaned back into him, feeling the hard nes of his chest against my back. “More than okay.”


    His hands moved to my shoulders, massaging gently, working out knots of tension I hadn’t realized were there. I sighed contentedly, my eyes drifting closed as his strong fingers worked their magic.


    “I didn’t hurt you earlier, did I?” His voice was low with concern.


    I shook my head. “No. You were perfect.”


    His hands slid lower, skimming over my corbone, down to cup my breasts. The water made his touch glide smoothly over my skin, and I arched into his hands, my body responding instantly.


    “Lucas,” I whispered, surprised by how quickly desire was building again.


    “I know,” he murmured, his thumbs circling my nipples. “I can’t get enough of you either.”


    One of his hands continued its exploration, sliding down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I gasped as his fingers parted me beneath the water, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring uracy.


    “You’re still so responsive,” he observed, his voice deepening with renewed desire.


    I couldn’t form words, could only moan as his fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles. Behind me, I felt him fully turning hard again, his arousal pressing insistently against my lower back.


    “Turn around,” hemanded softly. “I want to see your face.”


    Carefully, mindful of the water sloshing around us, I shifted and turned to face him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips slightly parted. Without hesitation, I straddled hisp, my knees on either side of his hips.


    “That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands settling on my waist.


    I felt the hard length of him beneath me, and slowly, deliberately, lowered myself onto him. We both groaned as he filled me again, the water creating a new sensation around us.


    “You feel amazing,” I breathed, bracing my hands on his shoulders.


    Lucas’s fingers dug into my hips, guiding my movements. “So do you. So tight, so perfect for me.”


    The water sshed gently as I began to move, rising and falling on him in a rhythm that quickly had us both breathing hard. Lucas thrust up to meet me, his hips lifting from the bottom of the tub.


    “That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. “Take what you need.”


    My movements grew more urgent, my thighs trembling with the effort. Lucas, sensing my fatigue, took over, thrusting up from below while holding me steady. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but I barely noticed, lost in the pleasure building inside me.


    “Lucas,” I gasped, feeling my climax approaching rapidly. “I’m close.”


    “Me too,” he ground out, his control slipping as his thrusts became more forceful. “Come for me, Hazel.”


    His thumb found my center, pressing and circling in the way he knew drove me wild. The dual sensation of him inside me and his thumb working its magic was too much. I came with a cry, my inner walls clenching around him.


    Lucas followed momentster, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks as he thrust up one final time, spilling himself inside me with a deep groan of satisfaction.


    I copsed against his chest, both of us breathing heavily. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we basked in the afterglow.


    “I love you,” I whispered against his neck.


    His arms tightened around me. “I love you too. More than you know.”


    We stayed like that for several minutes, content in each other’s embrace. The water had cooled slightly, but was stillfortably warm. Lucas’s hands traced idle patterns on my back, asionally dipping lower to squeeze my bottom yfully.


    It wasn’t until I heard insistent banging on the bathroom door that reality intruded.


    “Lucas! Hazel! Open up!” Liam’s voice called through the door.


    “There’s water everywhere!” Levi added, sounding both amused and exasperated. “We know what you two are doing in there, but did you have to flood the entire bedroom?”


    I jerked upright, suddenly noticing the water that had spilled over the sides of the tub. It wasn’t just a little sshing—the floor waspletely flooded, water seeping under the door into the bedroom beyond.


    “Oh my goddess,” I gasped, mortified. “We didn’t notice—”


    Lucasughed, the sound deep and genuinely amused. “Worth it,” he said with a wink.


    My cheeks burned. “Lucas! This isn’t funny. We’ve flooded the entire room!”


    He shrugged,pletely unperturbed. “It’s just water. It’ll dry.”


    More banging came from the door. “Seriously, guys,” Levi called. “As happy as we are that you’re reconnecting, could you maybe do it without creating a smallke?”


    Lucas sighed, finally looking somewhat chagrined. “We should probably deal with this.”


    “You think?” I said sarcastically, climbing off him and reaching for a towel.


    Lucas stood and grabbed another towel, wrapping it around his waist before handing me a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. I slipped into it gratefully, cinching it tight around my waist.


    “Ready?” he asked, one hand on the doorknob.


    I nodded, bracing myself for the teasing that was sure toe.


    Lucas opened the door to reveal Liam and Levi standing there, both with identical expressions of amusement on their faces. Behind them, I could see that the water had indeed seeped quite far into the hallway outside, creating a sizable puddle on the hardwood floor.


    “Had fun?” Levi asked with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.


    “Don’t start,” Lucas warned, though there was no real heat in his voice.


    Liam’s eyes softened as he looked at me. “Nice to see you feeling better, Hazel,” he said, his tone gentler than his brother’s. Then he added, more seriously, “But we do have some news. Percival heard you’re out of the infirmary. He wants to see you.”


    My momentary embarrassment was instantly reced by apprehension. My grandfather wanted to see me. Now.