?<strong>Chapter 1185:</strong>


    The next moment, Belinda found herself straddling him.


    “Lucas…” Her voice came out as a breathy whisper, her hands pressing lightly against his chest. The heat in her cheeks deepened as she stared down at him, bewildered. “What are you doing?”


    A slow, teasing smile curved Lucas’ lips. “Let’s try something different tonight,” he said. “I want you to take control.”


    Belinda’s breath hitched.


    His words sent a wave of warmth through her, a mixture of surprise and nervous excitement blooming in her chest.


    Flustered, she swatted at his chest, her voice wavering between protest and amusement. “What exactly is going through that mind of yours?”


    Lucas let out a quiet chuckle, utterly unfazed.


    He caught Belinda’s hand, his touch warm and reassuring, his other hand trailing to her waist, fingers tracing delicate patterns against her bare skin. “I want to see you like this,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing. “Let’s just try to do this, alright?”


    Belinda hesitated, hershes trembling slightly as she bit her lower lip. Lucas’ gaze bore into her, filled with anticipation,ced with unshakable tenderness. She exhaled softly, then, in barely more than a whisper, said, “Just this once.”


    “Alright.” A triumphant smile flickered across Lucas’ face.


    He guided Belinda, his touch patient and encouraging, as they adjusted to this unfamiliar dance.


    There was a brief moment of uncertainty, but then—everything fell into ce smoothly.


    As their bodies entwined in this newfound closeness, hesitation gave way to instinct, uncertainty dissolved into passion, and the night unfolded in whispers, moans, and the soft rhythm of two hearts beating as one…


    “This feels too deep…” Belinda bit her lip tightly, feeling both unfamiliar and a little ufortable.


    “Try moving a little. Hmm?” Lucas’ voice carried a teasing undertone, his wordsced with gentle encouragement.


    Belinda hesitated briefly, her eyes meeting his. Under his patient gaze, she finally gathered the courage to move.


    This was new territory for both of them—an experience neither had explored before.


    At first, Belinda remained cautious, but as she adjusted, she found herself beginning to enjoy it.


    However, her deliberately slow, torturous pace was driving Lucas to the edge of his restraint. More than once, the temptation to take control surged through him.


    “Stay still!” Belinda warned, shooting him a re when she sensed his impatience.


    With a resigned sigh, Lucas relented, allowing her to set the pace. His voice softened. “Belinda, just a little faster?”


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