32 By the Beach
Mara
Our last week at the resort blurred into something warm and electric. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
We kissed often, touched often, and the boundaries between us kept dissolving. The wildest moment? On the beach. And after that, I started seriously considering going all the way with my husband.
I wanted him. Badly.
Darian wouldn’t stop calling. Tina wouldn’t stop texting. She sent videos, claiming they were recent, as if trying to prove Lucian wasn’t truly mine. But I knew better. He never left my side. She was lying-and the best part? I didn’t even care to
respond.
Let her squirm.
What I felt for Lucian was no longer just curiosity. It wasn’t the resort or the absence of noise. It was him.
The way he believed me when no one else did. The way he shielded me from Martha’s venom.
That morning he tossed me onto the bed and said he believed me-even when everything screamed I was guilty-that was the moment. That was when something cracked open inside me.
Now, I’d finally accepted it.
With only two days left, I returned to our chalet and found a box on the bed. A small envelope rested on top.
My darling Mara,
Please do me the honour of wearing this and meeting me at the only tent by the beach.
Inside the box was a turquoise backless dress-short, delicate, undeniably sexy. I hesitated, nerves prickling at the edges, but I knew he’d chosen it with care. I wore a jacket over it, the evening air just cool enough to justify it, and waited for my
escort.
A resort staff member arrived promptly, treating me with more formality than usual. He led me along the shoreline until I saw it-a single tent glowing in the dusk, lit from within.
Lucian stood there in white linen. Shirt unbuttoned just enough. Hair tousled just enough. He looked like he belonged in a magazine, but he was mine. And what caught me even more than his appearance was his smile-when he saw me.
He stepped forward and pulled out a chair for me. Gentle. Intentional.
“You look beautiful, Mara,” he said.
I smiled, but all I could think was I don’t want to sit across from you. I want to be with you.
He took his seat across the table, clearly expecting a quiet dinner. But I couldn’t pretend. Not tonight.
“I’m not hungry, Lucian,” I said, and he raised an eyebrow.
“No? So what do you want?”
I exhaled slowly. This was it. No hesitation.
“I don’t want to take gentle leaps anymore. I want to jump,” I said. “I want you to take me. All of me.”
His eyes searched mine, and for the first time tonight, he didn’t smile.
“You know if we go all the way, there’s no turning back,” he said. His voice was calm but serious. “Are you ready for that?”
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He shook his head-not in refusal, but like he was trying to process the moment. The weight of it.
“I want it to be special, Mara,” Lucian said gently. “I want it to be because you want me-not because you feel like we’re
stuck together.”
I sighed, not out of frustration but relief. He needed to hear this.
“I want you, Lucian,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’ve wanted you for a while. But I thought Tina was still in the picture, so I protected myself. I built a wall. Now that she’s not, I’m ready to take it down. I’m willing to try.”
He let out a quiet breath, something soft flickering in his eyes. Then came the question I expected.
“Darian?”
I shook my head.
“Darian may want me now, but he’s not right for me. I’ve crushed on him for four years, Lucian-but a crush fades. I want
something more. And I believe you can give me that.”
His expression shifted. More intense now. More serious.
“If we go all the way, Mara, I won’t take it lightly,” he said. “I’m jealous. I don’t share. When I give, it’s everything I’ve got. If I
give you my heart, it won’t be halfway. Are you ready for that kind of commitment from me?”
“I am,” I whispered. “That’s exactly what I want.”
He stepped closer, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable.
“You might think it’s too much, but I’m ready to trust you with my heart. I want to be happy with you. Are you willing to
trust me with yours?”
I didn’t hesitate. I nodded again.
He moved, slow and deliberate, and when he reached me, I stood to meet him. He kissed me-soft at first, then deeper, his breath warm against mine. A moan slipped from me before I realized it.
He lifted me with ease and laid me gently on the bed, like I was something precious. His hands were careful, his eyes never leaving mine as he peeled my jacket away, then the dress. I let him undress me, every layer a choice, every
movement a promise.
I had waited for this. Anticipated it. And now, there was no fear, only need-and the certainty that I was ready.
Lucian undressed slowly, no rush, no bravado. Just quiet purpose.
When he joined me on the bed, he kissed my lips again, then my jaw, down to my throat, and then to my ears.
My body reacted instinctively-moaning, trembling. His mouth moved to my breasts, his hands grounding me while I
melted beneath him.
“Lucian…” I moaned, unable to keep it in.
He slid a finger over my clit, circling it gently before trailing lower. His touch at my entrance sent a jolt through me,
pleasure and anticipation crashing into one another.
“Lucian,” I whispered again, breathless.
He paused. His voice was low, reverent.
“I want to taste you, Mara?”
“Yes,” I breathed, already trembling.
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He moved between my legs, kissing my thighs before his mouth found me. I gasped. The pleasure was fast, sharp, overwhelming.
My body responded before my mind could catch up. I came undone, crying out, shaking under his touch, his mouth, his
care.
And then, when I opened my eyes, he was kneeling in front of me. His body bare, his desire evident.
But still-he waited.
As I
Waited for me to choose.
He looked at me with a fiery intensity that left no doubt-he’d wanted this. Wanted me.
And I felt it. Every bit of it.
Lucian moved over me slowly, deliberately, as if trying to memorize the moment. When he positioned himself, his gaze
never left mine.
“This might hurt a bit, Mara,” he said, voice thick with emotion.
I nodded. I was ready.
He eased into me, and I gasped-there was a sharp sting, fleeting, but real.
He paused, letting me adjust, and when he began to move, the pain melted into something else. Something warmer. Sweeter. My body welcomed him.
He moved rhythmically, his breath syncing with mine, the space between us disappearing. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, and my body responded instinctively-clenching around him, drawing him deeper.
A pressure began to build, deep and fast, curling at the base of my spine.
“Come for me, Mara,” he whispered, his voice rough and reverent.
And I did. I unraveled around him, gasping his name as pleasure pulsed through me. My body, trembled, and still, he held me-steady, present, his own release close behind.
We didn’t stop. Not right away.
We made love again. And again.
The night stretched long and warm around us, like we were the only two people in the world. It felt like a second wedding night-the one we never truly had. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise we hadn’t yet spoken out loud.
Eventually, my body gave in, sore and spent, and I curled into his chest. He pulled me close without a word, tucking me against him like I belonged there.
And for the first time, I didn’t question it.
I did belong there.
That night wasn’t just about desire-it was a beginning. A reset. A choice we both made, fully and freely.
As I lay in his arms, drifting between sleep and thought, I couldn’t help but wonder what the days ahead would hold-for
us, now truly a couple.
And for the first time in a long time, I was ready to find out.
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