Zara's POV
Two days had passed, and I found myself somewhat indifferent to the situation between Lucas and me. Although he occasionally attempted to bridge the gap, his pride often got in the way. However, I didn't let it bother me too much. It was up to us to resolve our issues in due time.
I loved Lucas deeply, and my love for him drove me to support him wholeheartedly in every aspect of his life. Whether it was his career, his aspirations for our family, or his dreams, I always said yes to him.
But sometimes, I hoped for the same level of support in return. After all, my endeavors mattered too. I had poured my heart and soul into my businesses, fighting tooth and nail to keep them afloat.
If everything were suddenly taken away from me-my businesses, my properties-there would be nothing left. Nevertheless, I had invested my blood, sweat, and tears into them, not to mention the livelihoods of numerous employees who depended on them. That's why I felt a tinge of disappointment at some of Lucas's words.
Later in the evening, I didn't know why I was nervous and I think Nick also noticed my anxiety so after he took me to the room to be used, he left immediately.
I've been lying down for a while but I couldn't sleep. Every time I fall asleep, the events of the past come back to me. I stood up and went out. Slowly walked towards Nick's room. I called his name because I was scared.
"Nick, are you asleep?" I asked the man.
"Why Zara?" The man answered from inside.
Hearing his voice cheered me up. It's a good thing he's not asleep yet so I have someone to talk to.
"Because I can't sleep, I'm scared Nick. You sleep in my room. The bed is big, I'm on the other side." I wasn't drunk but I didn't understand myself why I invited him to the room I used.
"Alright, I'll be next." The man immediately agreed.
Fortunately, he agreed. I have no intention of creeping him out, I just wanted to sleep well. When Nick came in, I told him to lock the door.
"Nick, you sleep on the other side."
"Okay," he agreed.
As my heart and mind argued, I fell asleep. But I had no idea what time it was when I woke up because I felt like something was on top of my body. When I opened my eyes, it was because of Nick!
It's Nick. One of his legs rested on my thigh. I tried to remove his leg but it was heavy and I was sure he would wake up if I used force.
I didn't want him to know about what happened because he might be ashamed of me the next day. I didn't want us to be awkward either. In the end, I just let him. And I tried to sleep again. But it's hard!
Especially when one of his hands suddenly fell on my stomach. Was he really mischievous to sleep or did he do it on purpose?
I listened closely to his breathing. It's normal like people who are really sleeping. What if I do to him what he did? I waited for a moment before I made a move. Then I suddenly leaned over and hugged him with one of my hands.
I waited for him to remove my hand that was resting near his chest but he never did. Oh God! I guess he was asleep and didn't know what he did!
I was ashamed to take my hand from him because if the man was ever awake, he would think that I did what I did on purpose if I took it away right away.
In the end I fell asleep hugging him! Infairness, Nick smelled good. Not the smell of soap or shampoo, but the smell of a man. Every breath I took, I could smell his unique aroma which brings crazy sensation towards my womanhood.
I didn't know who was the naughty one between the two of us but I suddenly woke up when I felt Nick's leg resting on top of my womanhood. Gosh! I'm at a loss as to what to do! But I should remove it because I'm afraid. Who would not?
I grabbed his leg and was about to remove it, but suddenly he rubbed it over my sleeping shorts. And I felt that my earthly body suddenly came to life!
"Nick...!" I called his name so that he willingly removed his leg because I knew that we had both woken up.
"Hmmm.." he just moaned as if he agreed and also as if he didn't.
Was I the only one who assumed he was awake? It's impossible that it's too much on top of my femininity one of his legs. My two thighs were still open so his leg was right in the middle.
And then, he suddenly leaned over and hugged me! So suddenly my eyes widened. It's a good thing and it's not that bright inside the room because the light is off. What if the light was on?
And I was even more surprised when he suddenly put one of his hands inside my shorts. It was just steady and didn't move as if he was sensing if I would object.
"Nick..." I moaned when he suddenly moved his hand and stroked the bulge of my womanhood.
He did not answer or speak. The man just continued with his caressing and rubbing. I thought he was just dreaming and didn't know what to do so I just let him, and it was the biggest mistake of my life because he didn't stop and became even more daring. Then, his hand slowly crawled inside my underwear.
I groaned because his hand was warm. It slid in and he felt my womanhood. It was embarrassing to admit but my body responded to his touch. Then, I realized what was happening and my eyes widened in shock that I let someone else to touch me. What was wrong with me? I mustered all my courage to push Nick away from me.
"Nick, stop it!" I snapped at him, and immediately distanced myself from him.
Afterward, I refused to sleep, and I bet Nick felt the same. Because of what happened, neither of us could sleep well. So, I suggested he should go back to his room because I needed to be alone. Luckily, he agreed.
I saw Nick again in the morning and he told me that breakfast was ready. Since was I starving, I waited until I was full before I opened up the topic for discussion but Nick beat me to it. He immediately apologized for his action.
"I'm sorry about last night," Nick apologized.
"It's okay, but I hope you won't do it again," I warned him.
"I was tempted," he said.
"I'm used to you getting tempted easily," I replied. I wasn't trying to hint at anything, but that was the truth.
"Don't you want to shower early? Go ahead, I'll prepare our breakfast," Nick said before heading to the kitchen.
I entered the room and went straight to the bathroom to shower. In less than five minutes, I was done bathing. I wrapped myself in a towel before leaving the bathroom. As I walked towards the bed where my clothes were prepared, I suddenly slipped and fell underneath it.
Everything happened so fast that I thought I'd hit my head on the concrete floor. So, I quickly propped my elbow to lessen the impact on my head.
Due to the sudden turn of events, I couldn't get up immediately. I just stared at the ceiling and revisited the incident. I heard Nick's footsteps and voice getting closer to me.
"Zara, what happened?" Nick's voice trembled as he asked me.
"I slipped and fell on the floor," I tried to stand up. "Ouch, my hip hurts. My elbow hurts too," I complained.
"Oh no, I think you need a massage; maybe you accidentally hit a nerve, causing the pain." Nick suggested.
"Now is not the right time since you still have work," I told him, and when he nodded, I asked for his help to get up. I still needed to change my clothes.
"Do you want help dressing up?" Nick teased me while helping me adjust the towel that got dislodged from my body. I wasn't shy anymore since he had already seen everything.
With my wallet in hand, I hitched a ride on Nick's motorcycle. "Is it far from here, Nick?" I asked him.
"Not really," he replied.
"I see. Hmm, is it okay if I rest my injured hand on your thigh? It's been numb for a while," I said to him.
"No problem," he immediately agreed.
"Thank you, Nick," I said while slowly resting my right hand on his thigh.
However, due to the rough road, I instinctively held on tightly to Nick. I wanted to avoid pressing my chest against his back, but I didn't do it.
"Are we still far?" I asked Nick multiple times.
"We're almost there," he sarcastically replied, but I didn't care.
"Good thing," I said because I wanted to reach our destination quickly. Slowly, the desire for Nick came alive in my body, and I couldn't let myself be fooled by him again.
While waiting for the elderly healer to come out of his room, I suddenly felt sad. It would have been so comforting to have Lucas by my side, comforting me with my injury. Yes, I was with Nick, but it was Lucas I wanted. However, he hasn't been reaching out to me since our last conversation.
"You seem to be deep in thought," Nick noticed my sighs.
"I was just thinking about him," I said. I heard Nick sigh next to me. Maybe he felt offended because I had another man on my mind.
"I should've have hurt him more back then," Nick said, surprising me with his words.
"Do you want to hurt him? Are you really that angry?" I asked him, then I winced in pain.
"Zara, why are you crying? Can't you bear the pain anymore?" Nick got worried and called out the elderly man's name loudly.
"Don't mind me, Nick. I am fine," I told him but he snapped at me. I was confused at his reaction and when I glanced at him, I wondered what was going on inside his head. "Why are you angry?"
"Because you're hurting my feelings, Zara! I'm here with you, showing concern, but he's still the one in your mind!" Nick raised his voice slightly.
"And what do you want to happen? Should I force myself to accept you into my heart?" I asked him because I also wanted to hear his opinion.
"How much do you love him?" Nick asked.
I was taken aback by his last question. "Does love really have to be measured?" I countered, as I didn't know how to answer his question.
All I knew was that I missed Lucas so much. It was just my pride that stopped me from going back home and to beg him to take me back.
"Since the beginning, you still chose Lucas. When will you choose me, Zara?" There was a hint of sadness in Nick's voice as he asked me.
"Nick, please!" I urged him to stop saying things that made me uncomfortable.
After breakfast, I bid goodbye from Nick and went to meet my friend, Antoinette. I needed her words of wisdom about my current situation.
An hour later, I was with Antoinette, my trusted friend. We were driving around aimlessly, trying to distract ourselves from the chaos. My son was still at Lucas's parents' house, and I planned to visit him later. Going home didn't feel appealing at the moment; maybe I would meet my husband there, or perhaps not.
"Giselle is absolutely terrible, isn't she? I can't believe she would stoop so low. And that business with the abortion, too. Unbelievable, isn't it?" Antoinette expressed her exasperation, clearly stressed by the unfolding events.
"I understand the pain she must be feeling. Imagine discovering that your long-time boyfriend has a wife and child," I replied, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Don't play the 'I'm so kind' card with me, alright? But I get your point. If that happened to me, I would be furious too. But the issue goes beyond that-it involves an unborn child. That's a whole different story! I hope Lucas realizes the gravity of it," Antoinette vented, as if she were the one who had committed the sin.
"You're right. Let's leave it to karma. I can't blame my husband entirely for feeling hurt, can I?" I remarked, attempting to find some semblance of understanding.
Antoinette burst into laughter. "You, my friend, are quite resilient. If that's the case, I'm happy for you. It's just that Nick really doesn't have luck on his side," she said, shaking her head.
I took a deep breath, contemplating her words. "That's true. He just hasn't found the right person yet. I hope he does," I responded, gazing into the void.
Antoinette continued to shake her head, snickering. "You're such a tough cookie, girl. It's entirely up to you, but that best friend of ours will eventually find someone else," she said, leaving me slightly confused. What did she mean by that? How did I become so resilient?
We engaged in deep conversation, delving into the intricacies of my relationship with Lucas.
"You, my dear, are stunning. Your husband wants to flaunt you like a trophy! Pass me those scissors; I'll give you a haircut," Antoinette exclaimed mischievously, flashing a grin. That girl!
"You know how important my business is, Antoinette. I've poured my blood, sweat, and tears into it. I hope Lucas understands the sacrifices I'm making now," I asserted, emphasizing the significance of my endeavors.
"Don't be mad at me. Tell that to your husband! Alright, the sun is setting, and you're still heading to the Blackwoods. They've been kind to you so far, just make sure to take care of yourself. Guard your heart," advised my one and only female best friend.
I had made many friends over the years, but she was truly one of the best.
We bid farewell, and I drove past the grand manor of the Blackwood family. It wasn't far, and I would likely arrive around 6 p.m.
Upon seeing me, my son enthusiastically greeted me, and my heart swelled with joy. I had missed him dearly during those two days, which felt like an eternity.
"We're having a great time here, Mom! They have a huge library where I can read so many books! They even have a movie room, a gaming room, and plenty of chocolates," my son excitedly shared, indicating that he had been thoroughly spoiled.
"That's wonderful, sweetheart. Have you been behaving yourself? Let's not give your grandparents, aunts, and uncles a hard time, alright? We'll be staying here tonight, but we'll head back home tomorrow," I informed him. He nodded in understanding.
"Mom, where's Daddy?" my son inquired with curiosity.
"He's still away on business, my love. Don't worry about it. Let's go inside; it's getting dark," I gently deflected his question, leading him back into the house.
"Hi, Zara! I've missed my beautiful sister-in-law!" Stephanie greeted me warmly, her radiant presence illuminating the room.
She looked stunning in her light blue dress, emanating an innocence that I couldn't fully comprehend. Good looks certainly ran in their family.
My son immediately went to spend time with his grandparents, who seemed delighted by his presence. They were building a strong bond with their grandson.
"Let's have a chat, just us. We have something important to discuss," Stephanie suggested, and I found myself slightly taken aback. They led me to the gazebo in their picturesque rose garden.
My mom-in-law and Stephanie began their conversation, indicating that they had an agenda to address. They planned for a family gathering later in the afternoon, during which they intended to introduce me to their extended clan. I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. Did I really need an introduction? Couldn't I just remain in the background as Lucas's wife?
"Is it really necessary? I mean, we can keep it low-key. It's fine," I nervously expressed my thoughts, unsure about the grand plans being discussed.
Stephanie, always full of motivation, reassured me with encouraging words. "You're more than deserving, Zara. You're part of our family now, and as a Blackwood, you deserve everything our clan has to offer. Don't be shy!"
I shrugged, realizing that the decision was ultimately up to me. "Okay, I guess it's my choice," I replied, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor.
My mother, serious and determined, asked an important question. "Did you have a civil wedding?"
The question hit a nerve. Did Lucas not want me enough to marry me in a church? Did he resent me so much that our marriage was limited to the municipality?
I nodded silently, unable to find the words to express my feelings.
"I can't accept that. You should have a proper wedding with my son. Stephanie, design her gown. As for the rest of the plan, leave it to me-I'll handle it. It will be as grandiose as a fairytale, mark my words!" my mother exclaimed with joy.
I couldn't help but let out a frustrated growl. "It's not necessary. What matters is that we've sworn to love each other."
And it was true. I was content with the fact that Lucas loved me, that we were married, and that we were together. It wasn't about extravagant ceremonies; it was about the real and genuine connection we shared.
But my mother wouldn't hear any of it.
"Oh no, Zara. If it's fine with you, it's not fine with your mother-in-law! I've seen all my children get married, and I will see you in your gown and my son in his tuxedo with the same enthusiasm as their weddings. No objections, that's the plan!"
Her determination made it clear that I couldn't complain any further. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that our marriage wasn't the right timing if we hadn't yet reconciled or received congratulations from my husband. I could only hope that everything would work out.
I was well aware that I couldn't stand my husband either.
A heavy sighed escaped my lips as I contemplated the path forward. It was a moment when I resolved to confront Lucas and seek a resolution. With a determination in my heart, I made my way to find Lucas. I knocked on the door while my heart pounded loudly. It was still early, so I knew he would probably be awake. I just hoped he was alone because if he was with Giselle inside, I might pass out.
"Lucas," I called his name when the door opened and his eyes widened upon seeing me. Initially, I thought he was surprised, but it turned out he was just staring at me and didn't say anything. However, I could see in his eyes that he was glad to see me again.
"What do you want, Zara?" he asked in monotone voice.
"I'm sorry," I said to him and hugged him tightly before he could complain. "I'm really sorry," I repeatedly apologized to the man I love but he just stared at me. Initially I was afraid to touch him because I thought he might reject me, but I still tried. "I miss you so much," I said after passionately kissing him on the lips.
"Where have you been, Zara?" Lucas asked.
"Just around," I replied. "But can we talk later?" I asked him as I entered the room and took off his clothes.
We were both eager for each other, so in less than a minute, our clothes were scattered on the floor. Like me, Lucas was wild too. He squeezed my breasts firmly, making me squirm with laughter.
As his lips slowly moved down from my lips to my stomach, I moaned when I felt his tongue on my womanhood. Maybe he thought it was better to be on the bed, so he carried me to the bed and quickly followed suit.
"Oh Lucas..." I repeatedly whispered his name as he pleasured me with his tongue. "Ohhhh..." I let out a moan as he skillfully teased me with his fingers. "Can I touch you too?" I asked, and when he nodded, I immediately felt his hardness. It was warm to the touch, and it felt amazing.
Lucas arched and moaned loudly! I licked him, sucked him, played with him, and when I felt he was close to climaxing, I straddled him.
"I want you now," I said while my hands tangled in his thick hair. I moaned again as we made love. Lucas was so hard.
"Lucas, I can't move, it's like your manhood reached my uterus."
It seemed like that's what Lucas was waiting for, and after I spoke, he started to move. Each thrust brought immense pleasure to me. He was breathing heavily as he moved in and out of my body. And I was moaning continuously.
"Lucas...please pull out," I pleaded when I felt close to climaxing.
He pulled out. A few moments later, I asked him to go inside again. And this time, I had no reservations; I surrendered to the ecstasy of his movements. My vision blurred from the intense pleasure he gave me. I repeatedly called his name.
"Lucas...oh my god, it feels so good!" I said because it was true.
"Hmmmmm..." he groaned as I felt his manhood move inside me.
At first, it was slow and gentle, then he became rough and wild. He explored every corner of my body until I struggled to breathe, and I felt like my body might collapse at any moment due to what he was doing to me. With each thrust, deeper, slower, faster, and harder, the sensation was just too much for me to handle, and I wanted to ease the pain in my abdomen.
"Oh God...Lucas!"
Lucas increased the speed of his movements, and we both climbed the mountain of pleasure together.
We were both out of breath after one round, but that wasn't enough for me. "Hmmm, one more? It's a waste to stop now; you're so hard. Is it always like this?" I asked him.
He laughed. "Maybe you were left hanging earlier. You always pull me out when you're satisfied," Lucas teased me.
"You're so rude. I wasn't left hanging, Lucas, I just want to try again. What else is there to fear? It already happened, so what's the difference?"
When he agreed, I immediately straddled him again. I closed my eyes when Lucas entered me. Since I was on top, I was free to do what I wanted. And I liked it rough! And it turned out that Lucas liked it that way too! I saw the expression on his face; he liked what I was doing. He was awake all night. After the second round, we didn't sleep and just chatted. I felt closer to him because he seemed to understand what was on my mind.
I wished that he would look at someone else and not me. His gaze was mesmerizing, and it was as if I was hypnotized, craving for him without realizing why. Is this how it feels when you're deeply in love? When your body and soul unite in loving someone?
"Lucas..." My voice was a bit husky when I called his name.
I didn't mean to encourage him, but that's what happened. His lips immediately touched mine, and I was torn between accepting and rejecting it.
"Please?" I didn't know what he was asking from me, but I nodded anyway.
"Gorgeous!" He exclaimed as he felt my bare breast, cupping it, massaging it, and finally sucking it with all his might! His tongue played with my nipples, and I couldn't resist the call of desire.
No matter how hard I tried to resist, it was too late because my body betrayed me earlier.
"Hmmmmm...." I made a sound when he gently sucked on my earlobe while caressing my breasts.
"This isn't right," I finally voiced what had been bothering me.
"Then, by all means, I'll do it right. Anything for you, sweetheart."
"No, what I mean is...ohhhhhhh..."
With one swift motion, he was already inside me. I didn't even feel him remove them. 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 magic of his lovemaking, I let him take full control of my body and surrendered to the ecstatic feeling of being loved.
"Zara...!"
Lucas shouted my name as he continued to thrust inside me. I knew he was close to reaching his orgasm but I didn't push him away and allowed him to reach the peak of pleasure. After catching his breath, he pulled out, but after a few seconds, he was hard again! And every time he buried himself within me, he went deeper... harder... and faster, making me feel like I would pass out.
"No, don't close your eyes, baby, look at me...yes, that's right...feeling good?"
I didn't know what he saw in my eyes, but he continued doing things that drove me crazy. I felt electrified, and for the first time, I welcomed Lucas's every movement.
"Lucas! I think I'm-"
"I know, baby. I know."
Then, he went in too deep... and I cried out his name over and over again.
"Lucas..." I called his name while hugging him tightly.
He hugged me back tightly and whispered, "I love you so much, Zara!"
I heard it when he said he loved me but I was too tired to respond. I couldn't explain it but I became drowsy right after he took me to heaven more than once. When I woke up again, it was already morning, and I was disoriented at my surrounding. Then, I saw him who looked so fresh from the shower.
"Good morning, honeybunch!" he cheerfully greeted me.
"Hi," I replied.
"Breakfast is ready, let's go," he said. "I wanted to bring the food here, but you'll enjoy it better if we eat there. Come on!"
"I'll just change quickly," I told him because I wasn't wearing a bra yet, and it would be embarrassing to go straight to the dining table without fixing myself.
"Come on! We're the only ones here," he suggested.
"I don't want to! You might still ogle at me," I refused his suggestion.
"Am I a pervert right away? I just looked, and you're already calling me a pervert," Lucas complained in a soft voice.
"You go ahead," I told him, but he suddenly entered. I shouted at him and ordered him to leave immediately, but the jerk just went straight to my bed and lay down there. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'll wait for you, so hurry up if you don't want me to sleep here waiting," he threatened.
"You're not in a position to order me," I reminded him.
"What position should I be in? Like this?" he asked, changing his lying position as if trying to seduce an old maid. Lucas could be such a brat sometimes. His mischievous side would sometimes come out as if he wasn't a CEO of a huge corporation.
Did he think I could dress properly when he was watching? Whatever! I took the robe hanging there and put it on over my pajamas.
"Let's go," I said and headed to the door.
He shrugged and followed me because his attempt to seduce me didn't work. Maybe the man thought he could use his good looks to persuade me. Well, he already did that before, so it wouldn't work this time!
When we arrived in the kitchen, I was amazed by the amount of food he prepared. I furrowed my brow because I couldn't remember the time when he cooked. It was impossible for him to have done it himself since the food on the table was like that of a hotel's.
"Yeah, of course. You know I'm not good at cooking. Take a seat," he said to me, trying to be a gentleman. "I just need to get something," he said after he helped me sit down as if both my feet were crippled.
"Okay," I said.
He returned after a short while, holding a bouquet of flowers. I secretly smiled when I saw how beautiful the orchids were that he brought. "Flowers for you, my beautiful wife," he said.
"Thank you, Lucas. You didn't have to do this," I told him. "How did you know about my favorite flower? Did you ask Antoinette about it?" I accused him of using his influence to get an information from my friend.
"No way! I've known for a long time that you like these," Lucas answered.
"Thank you," I said, because what else could I say to him.
"I can give you everything, Zara, and I'm willing to do whatever you want to make you happy," he declared.
"I don't need the things you can give; I have my own money. What I need is loyalty, Lucas," I told him, and when he lowered his gaze, I smiled slightly. It was a bitter smile because I knew within myself that it was really over.
"I can do that," he said.
My eyebrow raised because it was hard to believe what he said. "Really? You won't be tempted by other women?" I wanted to ask him about Giselle but I held my tongue.
"You're the only one in my heart, Zara," he said.
"Just in your heart? I want you to be mine completely, heart, mind, and body," I told him what I wanted to clarify things between us. I didn't want any ambiguity. I'm not young anymore to compromise on vague matters.
"I'm only yours, Zara, and you're only mine," Lucas replied.
"Okay," I said.
"Are we okay now?" he asked.
After we finished eating, I said goodbye to him. I needed to get ready for work just like him. I hurried up to take a shower. Fortunately, Enrique's grandmother volunteered to take care of him while Lucas and I were trying to reach an agreement.
After taking a shower, I chose a comfortable tank top and added a pink pullover hoodie on top. Just for fun, I wanted to be a bit girly in front of Lucas. Since he was already at the house, I might as well make the most of the chance to act cute.
As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I repeatedly asked myself if giving him a second chance was the right thing to do. My mind was still confused. After all, Lucas's offense wasn't easy to forgive. He slept with Giselle! However, wasn't it the same thing I did? I almost gave in to Brent too.
I found Lucas in the living room, watching an NBA game. I subtly sat beside him and rested one of my hands on his thigh. Just because. I wanted to see if I was ready to be physical with him after what happened.
"Can I hug you, even just for a moment?" I asked him first because I didn't want to be impolite by just hugging him when our relationship was still uncertain. But to be fair to Lucas, in all the time we've been together, I wanted our relationship to work again.
"Okay," he said to me.
I smiled slightly at Lucas, and without wasting time, I hugged him tightly. "I missed you, Lucas," I confessed, and then I tightened my grip on him. I sighed when I let go of him. But suddenly, he held me and kissed me on the lips.
Just one kiss. Briefly. Like a gentle touch, but I could feel his longing for me. Then he hugged me tightly.
"Will you get angry if I do this?" he asked me before he put his hand inside my shorts.
"You even asked when you didn't give me a chance to respond," I told him.
"Then I'll return the favor," he replied.
When he said I should just get revenge, my weakness was challenged. When it comes to Lucas, my resolve is too weak. He suddenly appeared at home and made some effort, and my heart leaped with joy. Only my pride held me back from accepting him with my whole heart.
"You said it," I said and immediately put my hand inside his shorts. Wow, it's hard! I was startled and almost burned by the heat of his hardness. As my hand held his manhood, my confidence in my own sex appeal suddenly returned.
When he got involved with Giselle, I thought he lost interest in me. I assumed that I became boring in bed, so he sought pleasure with someone else. His infidelity had a big impact, especially in our sexual aspect. For the same reason, I tried to seduce Brent back then to prove to myself that I wasn't worthless.
"You can still back out," he warned me while his hand was on my breast, squeezing it.
I moaned as I felt his touch, eager and excited. Perhaps my body was already accustomed to him, so it quickly responded to his caresses.
"Why would I do that?" I asked him and voluntarily took off my lower garment. Lucas wanted me to take off everything, but I had other plans. I've decided it's time to stop hiding. "Just once," I reminded him, and he nodded. Then I hugged him tightly, who I haven't been intimate with for a long time, and kissed his neck.
"I don't want to lose you again, Zara," he stated before ravishing my lips again.
"Me, too. Touch me, please" I requested, and he obliged. His hands freely explored my body, caressing my chest and going down to my abdomen. I gasped as I waited for him to reach the part where I needed him.
I groaned slightly when I felt his finger enter me. It was uncomfortable but manageable with my powers. He laid me on the sofa and knelt in front of me. After parting my thighs, I immediately felt his warm tongue on my womanhood.
Because of what he did, I completely forgot and succumbed to temptation. All I wanted was to entice and tease him, but unfortunately, I was the one tempted and gave in. A few seconds later, I realized that someone may come and would see us doing something illegal in the living room.
"Hurry up! They might be back," I told him because I was worried to be caught in a promising position.
"You have nothing to worry about, my love. They all went to our other residence to give us more privacy," he assured me.
"But still -
"Shhhh, shut up and just let me make love to you," he whispered.