Chapter 779



Seconds ticked by, and the silence grew heavier.

Lucas’ eyes darkened, his gaze turning piercing. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, and his voice dropped into a commanding tone. “You don’t have a chance to say no now.”

Before Belinda could react, he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers with a force that left no room for resistance. At the same time, his body pressed forward with determination…

“That hurts!” Belinda’s cry broke through the tension, and in a flash of defiance, she bit down hard on Lucas’ lip.

The sudden jolt of pain made her body tense involuntarily, and Lucas’ jaw clenched as a vein pulsed on his forehead. He froze for a moment, a sharp hiss escaping through gritted teeth. “Belinda…” At that moment, both of them were in great discomfort.

Lucas exhaled slowly, softening his tone. “I’ll go slower. You just need to relax, okay?”

“It still hurts…” Belinda’s voice trembled as she looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears of frustration and discomfort.

The sight seemed to strike a chord in Lucas. His expression softened, and his voice grew gentler, almost coaxing. “I promise I’ll stop if you relax. Trust me.”

Something about Lucas’ deep, soothing voice eased the tension running through Belinda.

She took a shaky breath, and her body began to loosen, bit by bit. When Lucas noticed the shift, his lips curled into a faint smile. He leaned down to brush a kiss across her lips. “You’re doing so well.”

His voice was a murmur of praise, but his body continued without hesitation, thrusting forward to fill Belinda completely.

“Ah…” Belinda’s cry escaped her lips, tears welling in her eyes. “Lucas! You liar! You bastard!” She gritted her teeth, glaring at him with a mix of pain and fury.

Lucas chuckled, his smile light. “Fine, I’m a bastard. Call me whatever you want,” he replied, his voice gentle. Yet his actions remained firm and relentless.

At that moment, the fire coursing through his veins reached its peak, clouding his restraint.

He couldn’t hold back any longer.

Belinda struggled against the storm of sensations. “Lucas, slow down! I can’t…”

“I can’t slow down! Belinda, I’ve missed you so much…” Lucas growled, his voice raw with longing. The intensity of the moment consumed him, each movement flooding his senses with a mix of exhilaration and release.

Belinda, caught in the whirlwind, could barely form words. “You… You…” Suddenly, a thought struck her. With what strength she could muster, she pressed a hand against Lucas’ chest. “Lucas! Condom!” she exclaimed in panic.

Lucas stilled for a fraction of a second, realization dawning on his face. “Right. Got it,” he murmured, though he didn’t stop.

Time blurred for Belinda, her limbs turning limp as exhaustion seeped into every fiber of her being. She felt utterly spent, barely able to lift a hand.

“Lucas, enough already! You… Stop licking me, you jerk!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking with frustration and fatigue.

“Just one more time, Belinda. Please,” Lucas coaxed, his tone softening even as his reluctance to stop lingered. His body had already processed the drug’s effect, but he was reluctant to pull away.

“You said that the last time, you bastard!” Summoning her remaining strength, Belinda grabbed his hair and tugged, her frustration evident.

“Ouch, okay, okay!” Lucas relented with a pained chuckle. “I promise this time it’s the last.”

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