Zara’s POV

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...