?<strong>Chapter 328:</strong>


    “I know,” Belinda murmured, her voice so soft that it was barely audible.


    A spark lit in Lucas’ gaze, something raw and unrestrained. “There’s no turning back now,” he said.


    Before Belinda could respond, he tilted his head and captured her lips again in a fervent kiss.


    His hands moved instinctively, slipping beneath the fabric of her clothing.


    At the same time, Belinda’s trembling fingers fumbled with Lucas’ shirt buttons. Frustrated, she ripped the shirt open.


    Tiny buttons scattered across the room like fleeting sparks.


    In no time, the barriers between them vanished, leaving nothing but bare skin and the pounding rhythm of their hearts.


    This wasn’t the first time Lucas had seen Belinda naked. But this time, it was different.


    Compared to the fleeting glimpse he had gotten in the bathroom before, now, he could see Belinda’s body clearly.


    The soft glow of light illuminated every curve, every graceful line.


    Lucas’ breath hitched as his eyes took her in. Heat rose to his face, and a dryness caught in his throat.


    He couldn’t stop himself now.


    His hand reached out, and when his fingers brushed her skin, it felt like he was touching the smoothest silk.


    Belinda’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson.


    She turned her face away.


    “Look at me,” Lucas said, his voice low andmanding.


    Slowly, Belinda obeyed, meeting his gaze with wide, hazy eyes.


    Lucas leaned forward, pressing his lips to her neck, trailing soft kisses down her skin until he reached the peak of her breast.


    Belinda couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.


    She bit her lip lightly, unable to believe the sound wasing from her own mouth.


    She reached out and pulled Lucas’ head closer, her free closed. Everything went smoothly until…


    “Ah…


    It hurts! It hurts!” Belinda gasped in pain as Lucas prated her.


    Her nails dug deep into his back, leaving marks on his skin.


    A look of concern came over Lucas’ face when he saw how pale she had be from the pain. “I’ll be more gentle,” he said in a low voice.


    He slowed his movements, but Belinda could still feel the pain.


    Fortunately, the difort didn’tst long, and soon the pain turned to pleasure.


    The first round was soon over, but Lucas recovered quickly and started again.


    This time he seemed much more experienced.


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