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Mara
Lucian had been the perfect gentleman at the resort.
With no Martha. No Darian. No noise. It was just us.
And in that rare, quiet space, something shifted.
We laughed, talked, shared little stories about who we were before all this. Our likes. Our quirks.
He told me how he always drank his tea too hot. I told him,how I sometimes fall asleep to the sound of water.
It was strange-how quickly peace could grow between two people who started off on opposite sides of a battlefield.
The first week was better than I expected. Better than I thought I deserved, honestly.
Lucian kept saying he wanted to try-that we should give ourselves a real chance. And part of me had already surrendered the moment he told me he believed me over Martha’s lies. But I held myself back.
Tina still lingered in my mind like a shadow I didn’t know how to dispel.
But she was gone now. Even if she hadn’t accepted it, he had.
Her messages to me had been full of venom and desperation, but I never showed him. I didn’t want to poison what we were building. She wasn’t our problem anymore.
Tonight, I decided I was done waiting.
I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, steam clinging to my skin. Lucian was lying on the bed, shirtless, in drawstring shorts. Relaxed. Unaware of what I’d already decided.
He looked up and smiled when he saw me. I smiled back.
“Refreshed?” he asked.
I nodded. He stood, casually reaching for his shirt.
“I’ll give you some space so you can-”
I let the towel drop to the floor.
He froze.
For a second, the only sound in the room was his breath catching in his throat.
Every time until now, Lucian had turned away. Given me privacy. Respected my boundaries, even when I hadn’t asked. Especially when I hadn’t asked.
But I was done waiting for him to make the first move. He wouldn’t-not unless I made it clear he could.
“Don’t look away,” I said, releasing the second towel from my head. My damp hair tumbled down my shoulders.
“You brought us here to get to know each other,” I said, stepping past him.
I knelt by my bag and pulled out the vibrator I had packed-a sleek, curved g-spot stimulator. Not intimidating, but powerful. Something I hadn’t used since before the wedding.
I held it in my hand and looked back at him.
Lucian was stunned. His expression unreadable-but he didn’t turn away. He didn’t move.
There was tension in the air, but not discomfort. Anticipation. Awareness.
He had wanted to know me. All of me. And I was done holding pieces back.
After two months of exploring my body, I’d become fluent in my own pleasure-what I liked, what made me gasp, what made me feel alive.
I hadn’t planned to share any of that with Lucian tonight, but when I stepped out of the bathroom and saw him- bare-chested, relaxed, unaware-I acted on instinct.
“Don’t look away, Lucian,” I said.
He turned toward me, surprised by the firmness in my voice. I climbed onto the bed, facing him, every move deliberate.
“You told me once you’d never touch me,” I said softly, inching forward until I was propped on my elbows.
“You said I should feel free to do as I liked. And that night… the one you were supposed to claim me, you left. You drove around for hours instead of forcing something I wasn’t ready for.”
His eyes held mine-guilt flickering beneath the surface.
“And the night you caught me touching myself…” I gave him a small, teasing smile. “You said you loved the view. Well… tonight, I thought I’d upgrade it.”
He swallowed, visibly tense, watching every inch of my movement as I leaned back against the headboard and slowly spread my legs.
I touched myself, never breaking eye contact. It was bold. It was intentional. And I wanted him to see all of it-not for shock, but for connection. For trust.
I motioned him closer.
Lucian hesitated.
He was struggling with himself, I could see it-torn between what he wanted and what he feared this would mean. The control he usually held so tightly was fraying.
“Mara,” he said, voice rough, “are you sure about this?”
I nodded. “Let me see you.”
He hesitated again, then finally loosened the waistband of his shorts. When he revealed himself, I couldn’t hide my curiosity, or the rush of anticipation that followed.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, teasing, breathless.
He didn’t answer in time. I leaned forward, gently taking him into my mouth.
His breath hitched-my name slipping from his lips like a prayer. “Mara…”
I moved slowly, testing what felt right, following the sound of his breath and the tension in his thighs. I wasn’t perfect, but I didn’t need to be. I was present. With him. In this moment.
Lucian pulled away just before the edge, gripping himself tightly, trying to stay in control-but he couldn’t. He groaned as he let go, and I watched, fascinated by the rawness of it.
Then, before I could say a word, he gently laid me down and parted my legs. His hands were steady now, his expression unreadable but reverent.
“Mara,” he whispered, like it meant more than just my name.
“Your toys won’t do this for you,” Lucian said, his voice low, just before he lowered his mouth between my legs.
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Then-heat.
His tongue was soft, warm, insistent.
He sucked my clit gently into his mouth, and the sensation hit me like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hips jerked on instinct. I couldn’t hold still. Couldn’t breathe right. His tongue traced down my slit, slow and skilled, and I moaned-
shamelessly.
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He was right. This wasn’t something plastic and battery-powered. This was alive. Intentional. Personal.
When he pushed his tongue inside me, my body took over. My head fell back. I moaned his name without thinking.
My hips moved on their own, chasing the pleasure, grinding against his mouth like I’d waited a lifetime for this exact moment. He sucked my clit again, and then-gently-slid a finger inside me.
That’s when I stopped him.
“What’s wrong, Mara?” he asked, pausing, concerned.
I couldn’t speak.
I just shook my head, but it was too late. He saw the truth in my eyes.
*f**k…” he whispered, sitting up slightly, his face shifting from pleasure to realization. “I can’t believe this.”
I turned my face away, suddenly shy. Ridiculously shy, after everything I’d just let him do. But it was true-what he’d
discovered. And now it was real between us.
I started to move off the bed, but he caught my wrist and pulled me gently back into his arms.
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Before I could explain, he kissed me-soft, slow, tasting of me, of warmth and something like reverence. And then, without
a word, he kissed down my body again, spreading my legs with care this time, not urgency.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered against my skin. “I won’t go inside. I promise.”
I nodded, and his mouth returned to me. This time, I let go.
Lucian kissed and licked until my legs trembled. Until I cried out his name with no hesitation.
The orgasm hit hard, my body arching, clenching uncontrollably around nothing-just desperate air and the pressure he
built with his mouth.
When he asked, “May I?”-referring to his fingers-I nodded again, trusting him completely.
He didn’t go deep. He moved carefully, massaging my inner walls with gentle strokes until my aching body finally relaxed,
unclenched, surrendered.
Afterward, we lay on the bed, his body warm beside mine. He kissed me again-slow and sweet, like it wasn’t about s*x
anymore.
“I’m sorry, Mara,” he said softly. “I didn’t know.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” I whispered. “I wanted this. All of it.”
He looked at me, searching my face, then nodded, content. “Do you mind if I hold you?”
I shook my head.
I moved into his arms and rested against him, his hand brushing slow, calming circles on my back.
Something changed between us that night. After the fire of everything we’d done, we found calm. Comfort. No more
walls, no more guessing.
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