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    Once Lucas finished the soup, they climbed the stairs to their bedroom. Freshly showered and settled beneath the covers, Lucas found himself entranced by the faint, intoxicating scent drifting from Belinda. Rolling over, he gently pressed her beneath him.


    Belinda gazed up at him, lips parting slightly. “You…”


    “Belinda, I want you.” Lucas’s voice was low and seductive.


    Meeting his intense stare, Belinda said nothing. Instead, she slid her arms around his neck, drew him down, and captured his lips with hers.


    She teased his mouth with soft, lingering kisses.


    Her gesture caught Lucas off guard, a fleeting tension rippling through him.


    But within moments, he took charge, deepening their kiss with fervor. As they took off their clothes and the air thickened with affection, Belinda suddenly pressed a hand to Lucas’s shoulder to stop him.


    “What’s wrong?” Lucas asked, his voice dropping to an even richer, more maic timbre.


    “I want to be in charge,” she dered.


    Since thest time she had taken the lead, she had be addicted to the thrill of steering their rhythm.


    At her words, Lucas’s brow quirked faintly.


    “Alright, you can do that,” he agreed. Encircling her waist, he flipped them over, letting her be on top of him.


    Now in control, Belinda moved deliberately, savoring every second at her own tempo.


    But this pace was sheer agony for Lucas.


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    The alcohol had stripped away his usual patience, and her slow, teasing rhythm left him restless, a fire prickling beneath his skin.


    “Belinda, faster,” he rasped, gripping her hips and instinctively surging upward.


    “I like it slow,” Belinda countered, a mischievous, satisfied grin ying on her lips.


    Lucas felt resigned.


    It was a sweet, maddening torment.


    Unable to hold back, he bucked his hips with sudden force.


    The abrupt motion drew a soft gasp from Belinda.


    She swatted his chest lightly in mock annoyance. “Stay still! I am the one in charge here.”


    The veins at Lucas’s temples pulsed as he wrestled with restraint.


    Propping himself up, he cradled the back of her head and pulled her into a fierce kiss.


    When the kiss finally ended, Lucas’s voice trembled with raw desire. “Don’t tease me like this, darling.”


    Observing the strained look on Lucas’s face, Belinda could tell he was genuinely ufortable at that moment.


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