Zara's POV
It was still a fun day despite everything that had happened earlier. Somehow, we were able to restore the mood that was lost due to the scandal. We decided to go home even though they wanted us to spend the night there. We assured them that we would come back another day.
The older members of the family also grew fond of my son. They loved him dearly, admiring both his innocence and intelligence. They wanted to spend more time with him, so we agreed to let him stay with them for the night. After all, it was a vacation, and it would be a good opportunity for them to bond.
When we arrived home, Lucas and I were exhausted physically from the trip and emotionally drained from the events earlier with Giselle. I understood where she was coming from; she felt betrayed, hurt, and in pain.
As a woman, I could empathize with her anger. But it was all in vain; Lucas had chosen me, and if she had fixed her life, he would have chosen her. I was willing to give Lucas his freedom before, as long as the man I loved truly loved her. But maybe it wasn't up to me to decide if my husband loved me or not. He had chosen me, and I had the right to him the moment he confessed his love for me.
Back home, we skipped dinner since we had already eaten before leaving the mansion. I helped Stephanie cook, and I must say she learned quickly. Lucas' siblings and his uncle were still in disbelief that Stephanie had cooked all the dishes we enjoyed earlier.
Lucas and I were to sleep in the same room. I was trying to train myself to be comfortable with the idea. While lying in bed, we couldn't help but talk about what had happened earlier.
"Sorry for her words. I hurt her, and I understand Giselle's anger. Just be patient with her, my love. Maybe it's not easy for her to move forward. She needs time," my husband said with concern.
I was in awe of his compassion. After all, Giselle was still in a difficult situation because of him, yet he was still worried about her.
"I know, dear. I understand that her wounds are still fresh, and that's why she acted that way. This time, we should be the ones to understand her," I replied.
I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, staring deeply into his eyes.
"I'm really lucky. I am so fortunate to have a kind and beautiful wife. I don't know what good deeds I did in my past life, but fate gave me a perfect wife. I am so happy to have you. I thank God for giving you to me," Lucas said sweetly, tracing my lips with his finger.
We shared another passionate kiss, one filled with love and connection, not just driven by lust. Every touch of our lips felt warm and meaningful, as love and passion intertwined.
His kiss was tender at first, filled with a mixture of gentleness and tenderness. But as our feelings surged, our responses to each other grew more intense and passionate.
Our kisses became more fervent and heated. We were both breathing heavily, needing to catch our breaths, but unable to stop ourselves from being consumed by the flames of love and passion.
My husband's hand began to wander, playfully teasing. His large, firm hand traced my waist, moving upwards as if seeking the peaks of my mountains. He then sat in front of me, teasingly removing his clothes.
In the gentle glow of the lampshade, I could see his divine form, a sight that delighted my eyes. His face was handsome, and his body was even more so. He had a perfectly sculpted physique, a true work of art.
"Don't be shy; you can touch it. I am yours, Zara. I am only yours, just as you are only mine," he whispered soothingly.
I took his invitation spontaneously, running my hand over his hard chest and down to his abs. I pulled him close, kissing his lips once again, longing for the connection.
The flames of passion began to engulf us once more. He expertly removed my clothes, revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra. He kissed my breasts, massaging them with care before gently suckling on them.
"Oh, Lucas, don't stop!" I moaned between every gasp.
It felt like I was going crazy with every touch of our skin. It was hot, scorching, but there was a strangely pleasurable sensation coursing through my body.
His hand roamed, exploring my body like he was worshipping a goddess. He didn't even skip my cave; his fingers played skillfully, making my legs tremble from the sensation.
He was not just an expert; he was a master of the game. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch every sensitive spot on my body.
As he prepared himself with lubricant, I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He gently moistened his member, coating it with the jelly substance before focusing on me.
Slowly, he inserted himself inside me, and it was slightly painful due to his size and thickness. I closed my eyes, feeling the initial discomfort and struggle as he entered me.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but Lucas wiped them away and kissed me sweetly, distracting me from the pain. Slowly, the pain subsided as he allowed me to adjust to his size.
"Shh, do you want me to stop?" he asked with concern.
I shook my head, indicating that I wanted him to continue.
He began moving, and as the pain lessened, the pleasure and tickling sensation of his movements became more dominant. He was hitting a spot inside me that gave me an indescribable sensation.
"Lucas... Ohh! It feels so good!" I cried between grunts.
I didn't know where to look; my senses were overwhelmed. He thrust expertly, maintaining a steady rhythm. It was fast and passionate, like a rabbit in a hurry, yet every move was filled with love.
We also tried different positions. I tried riding him, taking on a more dominant role. It allowed me to feel his length inside me more, adding a strange pleasure to the sensations.
And for the nth time, he filled me with his essence. My knees felt weak, and my femininity throbbed. We had multiple rounds; Lucas wasn't satisfied with just one. My endurance was good and improving, so we went all the way to the final round.
I had to keep reminding myself that my husband was a beast in bed, as it always seemed to surprise me. But I was also aware that I might be fertile now, and there was a chance I could get pregnant. I couldn't help but think about it as I saw my husband fast asleep next to me.
After we cleaned up and got dressed, Lucas had already left for work. So, I went downstairs and smelled garlic frying in the kitchen. I found myself walking towards our dining room.
There he was, my husband, cooking our breakfast, while the maids admired him. One of the maids greeted me, commenting on how lucky I was to have such a handsome and caring husband who cooked for me. I smiled at her comment; it was indeed true. When my husband noticed me, he pulled me closer and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"Good morning, dear. Let's sit down and eat," he said, gesturing for me to take a seat at the table. The food looked delicious, and I couldn't wait to dig in.
"My husband is an amazing cook," I complimented Lucas, who looked proud of himself.
"Of course, Mrs. Zara Delafontaine Blackwood's husband has to be perfect," he said, and I couldn't help but feel delighted.
As we began eating, he asked about my schedule for the day, and I inquired about his. He mentioned that he had a meeting in an hour and that I should rest since I might still be tired from our activities the night before.
"I have an easy day ahead, Blackwood, and then I'll be going to the shop. I need to check the status of my business," I said matter-of-factly.
He seemed taken aback. "You can stop working, dear. You don't need to work anymore; I can provide for you."
I raised an eyebrow in surprise and a hint of irritation. "It's not that simple. Many people depend on my business, and it's not something I can dissolve just because you want me to, Lucas," I said firmly.
He still insisted, saying that my business would only interfere with our life together and that my attention would be divided. I stood up, feeling disappointed, and gave him a stern look.
"I lost my appetite. Excuse me," I said, walking away.
It seemed like this issue was not going to be resolved easily. I knew that he cared for me and wanted to provide for me, but my business was important to me too. I couldn't just give it up. We would have to talk more about this later.
I thought he was really mad at me but a few minutes later, he approached me and asked me to unwind somewhere far. I thought he would take me to a fancy resort or something like that but he had a different plan, and it caught me off guard. In my mind, I had conjured images of a luxurious escape but Lucas surprised me by taking for a joy ride on his imposing motorcycle.
Of course, I agreed. After a few minutes of preparation, the roar of the engine and the wind rushing past us made me excited. The ride stretched on for miles and the experience was both exhilarating and exhausting. It was a rollercoaster of emotions and physical sensations.
By the time we returned home, I was drained and exhausted. When I glanced at my husband, I was sure he felt the same. As I dismounted from the motorcycle, I couldn't help but wonder about the underlying purpose of this unconventional outing.
At first, we were both excited, but after an hour of riding, both of our backsides were hurting. Honestly, I lost count of how many times we stopped to rest. I wanted to scold Lucas, but maybe he didn't know what the outcome would be when he wanted to try something new.
"Baby, favor please. Can you get me some water from the fridge? My lower back is really hurting," I asked Lucas to get me some water. I knew he was tired too, so I didn't expect him to follow my request. But when he stood up, he immediately obliged. I guess he was swayed by my sweetness.
When he returned to the living room, he brought two bottled waters. He gave one to me, and we sat side by side on the sofa while finishing the bottled water.
"I feel like I got beaten up by ten people," Lucas complained.
"And whose fault it is? Why did you think of riding a motorcycle? Did you want to torture yourself?" I asked him. I was tired too, but I knew Lucas was more exhausted since he was the one driving earlier.
"Do you want a massage?" I offered.
"Is that really okay? Can you still do it?" he asked.
"Of course but please give me a minute to catch my breath," I told him.
"Just a massage? No extra service?" He teased me.
"Oh, are you challenging me?" I teased him back because I knew we were both tired from the trip!
"Why are you grinning like a crazy dog?" Lucas asked.
"Nothing, I just thought of something," I said to him.
"Oh, it seems like you're planning something bad for me. Stop it now because we're only having a massage," he reminded me, but who was he kidding? I can see in his eyes that he also wants something more.
"Even just once, you really don't want it?" I teased him.
"I can't, I'm tired," Lucas insisted.
"Then I'll take care of you," I promised him.
"Hmmm, I'll think about it first," Lucas replied. But as soon as I started massaging him, his body immediately reacted. "I thought you said you were tired," I teased him.
"Because of you," he blamed me, but I didn't do anything except massage his tired thighs and legs.
"Ah, so it's my fault that you're like this?" I asked him while pointing to the bulge between his thighs. "Well, if I didn't love you so much, you'd really be in trouble."
"I love you, baby," he said with a wink.
I didn't know if I should be happy with what he did or what, but I got butterflies, I promise. Or maybe it's just like this when we love someone so much. "You know, if I knew you'd be this sweet, I would have done everything to have your heart."
"Is it true that you regret not flirting with me before?" Lucas asked.
"It's embarrassing to admit, but yes, I really regret it. I just remembered something," I told him.
"What?" He furrowed his brow while asking me.
"When you got a fractured ribs because of Nick," I said in a barely audible voice.
"But did you really have to keep repeating that I got beaten up by your ex?" Finally, Lucas responded, still angry.
"I only said it once," I complained because I didn't really keep repeating it. "Those were happy memories," I said.
"Happy memories for you when I got beaten up?"
"Not that you got beaten up, but you were nice to me that time," I replied.
"Well, I guess you're right. And I think I need to repeat that since I seem to have forgotten how to do it," Lucas said to me.
"Ugh, I'm always available, but you're always busy with your ex," I reminded him.
"But nothing happened between Giselle and me, Zara," Lucas stated.
His words were convincing, but I couldn't shake off the possibility that something might have happened between them. "I trust you," I said because there was nothing else I could do but to have faith in him.
Lucas grinned and pulled me closer until we both lay on the bed. "Lucas..." I called his name when I felt his hand under my blouse.
"Baby..." he called me before capturing my lips. I couldn't speak anymore as I closed my eyes to feel his passionate kiss.
Our tongues intertwined as I reached for his hardness. Lucas groaned when I slowly inserted my hand into his shorts. I felt the heat of his manhood, and it felt like I was burning from his fiery masculinity.
We both succumbed to desire, and soon, our clothes were off, and we tightly embraced each other on the bed.
"Lucas..." I called his name again when I felt his fingers slowly enter me. I shivered as he moved, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
Lucas moaned even though he was the one pleasuring me, and he didn't stop until my whole body trembled in ecstasy. He then withdrew his fingers and entered me. He kissed my lips again while his member explored my femininity.
As he moved within me, he didn't forget to play with my nipples, and I repeatedly called out his name. My body contorted with pleasure as he thrust into me with intensity. I tried to control myself, but it was too late; my own body betrayed me.
"Hmmmmm....," I made a sound when he gently sucked on my earlobe while he caressed my breasts.
I felt good and so full.... full of his throbbing manhood that continued to grow bigger inside me! I arched my back to welcome him fully and wholeheartedly. As I was already lost in the wilderness of his lovemaking, I let him take full control of my own body and surrendered to the ecstatic feeling of being loved...
"Giselle!"
When I heard the name of another woman, my world suddenly stopped, and I just stared at him. I didn't stop him, and I let him finish. I had to endure the pain of his betrayal. I wanted to break away, but I didn't.
Maybe it was okay if he mistakenly called her name once, but he did it again. He mentioned Giselle's name repeatedly while he was inside me. I couldn't help but wonder how many times he had deceived me.
"I trusted you," I said because there was nothing else I could do but to have faith in him.
But he kept mentioning her name, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I tried to hold back my tears as I confronted him directly.
"Has something happened between you and Giselle?" I didn't pretend anymore and asked him straightforwardly.
"Why?" Lucas retorted.
"I just want to know when and how many times you've betrayed me," I said, trying to hold back my tears in front of him. "I won't force you if you don't want me because I was used to it, but I wish you had told me right away that you two had gotten back together."
"It only happened once," Lucas finally admitted.
"Just once? Maybe you still love her so much that even if it's just once, you haven't forgotten it." I forced a smile, but in truth, I would rather die than feel this pain.
"I'm sorry," Lucas said.
"Sorry is not enough," I said to him.
I didn't accept his apology. Seriously, was that even acceptable? We were already together, yet he still flirted with another girl, even if she was his ex? Whatever, but I couldn't accept that he cheated on me. He promised it would be just me, that he loved only me, but why?
"Zara, listen to me! I didn't mean for that to happen," he explained while I was getting dressed.
I just smiled as I fixed the buttons on my long sleeve.
"What are you trying to imply? That your clothes accidentally came off? Maybe if one of you got struck by lightning, I might believe that the two of you accidentally tore your clothes," I said.
"I was teased by Giselle," Lucas excused himself.
I raised an eyebrow at his lame excuse.
"And you fell for it? You know, Lucas, if you truly loved me, you wouldn't have allowed yourself to be tempted by someone else." I told him. "What if I told you that Nick also teased me? How would you feel then?"
"I'm really sorry, I promise it won't happen again," Lucas said.
I just nodded because there was nothing else I could say to him. "This cheating won't happen again, Lucas, because I'm setting you free for now."
He quickly approached me and held my hand. I looked at him and saw regret in his eyes or whatever. I didn't really care anymore.
"Are you breaking up with me?" The man asked.
I wasn't prepared for his question if we were still together because I didn't know either. I was confused. Hurt. And I wanted to leave for now to give my battered heart some rest. "Let's just be friends for now," I suggested.
"I won't agree to that!" Lucas's voice boomed as he shouted.
"And what do you want to happen? For me to keep getting hurt because you keep seeing each other? Besides, I don't want you to get hurt because of me," I said to him.
"Zara, please," Lucas pleaded.
"Let's cool off for a while," I told him.
"Cool off? Like teenagers?" Lucas asked incredulously.
"Sort out your issues first, but I hope you won't take too long because I won't wait forever," I warned him.
"I don't want a cool-off, I feel like you'd be free to fool around with anyone, especially with Nick! Zara, come on, I don't want this," he said.
"You should've thought about that before you fucked Giselle... accidentally!"