Lucian
“Put it in,” she whispered, eyes wild with hunger. There was nothing soft in her gaze-just fire. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed into her slowly, savoring the heat, the way her body welcomed me like it had been waiting all night.
She clung to me, breath hitching with each thrust, her moans threading through the room like music meant only for us. When she came, it hit her hard. She cried out, and I was certain the Clearwaters could hear every sound.
I turned her around, needing more-needing all of her. I drove into her again, deeper, harder, until her legs trembled and she came again…and again. I followed close behind, falling apart with her.
We collapsed onto the bed, chests rising and falling in unison, slick with sweat and something more-something primal
and raw.
Then Mara started to laugh.
I glanced at her, catching my breath. “What’s so funny?”
She grinned, that wicked spark still dancing in her eyes. “You should’ve seen yourself at the club. If we’d had a second of privacy, you would’ve taken me right there in the VVIP. You had zero control, Lucian.”
I chuckled, because she wasn’t wrong. “Can you blame me? Did you see yourself tonight?”
She turned onto her side, resting her head on her hand. “What about me?”
She already knew. She just wanted to hear it. And I wanted to give it to her.
“You were breathtaking, Mara. That dress… the way your hair fell… Every single person in that club had their eyes on you. And when you danced with me-so close, so merciless-I swear I felt like a king. You were the center of the room. Of the whole damn world. And you are mine. Not just some beautiful woman everyone was staring at. You are mywoman.”
She smiled, then leaned in and kissed me-soft and slow, the opposite of what we’d just done.
“You know,” she said, pulling back slightly, “I could say the same about you.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“The first time I really saw you was the day you came to my house with your father,” she said. “You walked in and looked me in the eyes, and I swear, Lucian, it was like something snapped into place. You have eyes that trap souls.”
I laughed, a little surprised, a little touched.
“I’m serious,” she said, tracing a finger down my chest. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I didn’t notice you before-just glimpses, passing moments. But that day, it hit me. And those muscles?” She laughed. “Gods, Lucian, your body looks like it was carved by someone who knew what they were doing.”
We both laughed, and I rolled toward her, eyes locked on hers.
“I fell in love with you, Mara,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Not just your beauty, though that’s undeniable. I fell for your mind, your strength, your honesty… your heart. You’re the most real person I’ve ever known.”
She looked at me, curious, maybe even skeptical, but I kept going.
“I love how you forget to pull the covers over yourself when you sleep. How you tuck your sleeves over your hands when you’re nervous. How you always wait to make sure no one else wants the last pastry before you reach for it. And how you try to hide your smile by pushing your hair behind your ear when something really cracks you up-especially during those god-awful breakfasts we’ve suffered through.”
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<103 (Lucian’s POV) My heart Beat
I took a breath. “I could go on, Mara. I love everything about you.”
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She stared at me, stunned for a moment. Then she smiled-soft, surprised. The kind of smile people give when they realize they’ve been truly seen.
“I can’t believe you noticed all that,” she whispered. “I love everything about you too. And sometimes… I wonder what our babies would look like.”
I blinked. My heart actually skipped. Mara had always sidestepped conversations about kids. I never pushed-it felt too early, too fragile. But now? She’d said it like a quiet truth she’d been holding onto.
“You mean it?” I asked.
She nodded, her smile steady. “We’ve kind of been trying already, haven’t we?”
That was true. But hearing her say it-that she wanted it-meant something more. It hit different.
“I can’t wait, Mara. I really can’t,” I said. “Little versions of us running around? A mix of you and me? That sounds like everything.”
Her smile faltered for just a beat, and I knew why. She didn’t have to say it.
The shadow of Tina was still there. Even if we never talked about it directly, I knew it haunted her-that I might have a child with someone else first. Mara was fiercely possessive. So was I. And if the roles were reversed, it would crush me
too.
I didn’t say anything more. Didn’t want to break the mood. But the silence between us wasn’t cold-it was understanding.
I finally cleared my throat. “Guess what?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I found out who Tina’s seeing.”
Her whole face lit with curiosity. “Who?”
“Joey Anderson.”
She sat up, eyes wide, hand flying to her mouth. “Fat Joey?”
I nodded, grinning. “Apparently not fat anymore. Heard he’s made some money too.”
Mara shook her head in disbelief. “No way. She’s with Joey?”
“That’s not even the worst part,” I said. “Turns out she was seeing him while she was still with me. And whenever someone confronted her, she’d just say we had an open relationship.”
Mara’s expression twisted in disgust. “So you were sleeping with her while she was with fat Joey?”
“Did you have to put it like that?” I groaned, the nausea hitting fast.
She burst out laughing. “Sorry, but come on. That’s nasty.”
I gave her a look, but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. The moment cracked the tension in the room.
We headed downstairs to eat. The Clearwaters were still around, as usual, half-houseguests, half-family. I didn’t mind.
Mara and I shared dinner, light conversation flowing like water, the kind that makes a house feel like home.
Later, we curled up on the couch, a blanket over our legs, some movie playing in the background. The kind of night that doesn’t need to be special to be perfect.
Just her. Just us.
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