Chapter 328

“I know,” Belinda murmured, her voice so soft that it was barely audible.

A spark lit in Lucas’ gaze, something raw and unrestrained. “There’s no turning back now,” he said, his voice thick with an emotion he could no longer suppress.

Before Belinda could respond, he tilted his head and captured her lips again in a fervent kiss. This time, it wasn't just a fleeting touch; it was a deep, desperate claim that left her breathless.

His hands moved instinctively, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Belinda’s trembling fingers fumbled with Lucas’ shirt buttons, her heart racing against her ribs like a trapped bird. In her haste, a few buttons scattered across the room, the small sound lost in the quiet intensity of the moment.

As the world outside faded away, the barriers between them finally vanished. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls. Lucas looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and longing.

“Look at me,” Lucas whispered, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with a tenderness she had never heard before.

Slowly, Belinda obeyed, meeting his gaze with wide, hazy eyes. In that look, silent promises were made, and old walls were finally torn down.

Lucas leaned forward, his lips lingering on her skin, tracing a path of warmth that made her pulse skyrocket. Belinda reached out and pulled him closer, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of her feelings for him.

The night deepened, and in the sanctuary of the room, they found a connection that went far beyond words. It was a night of discovery, where the pain of the past was momentarily forgotten, replaced by the profound intimacy of two souls finally intertwining.

By the time the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, the atmosphere in the room had shifted from turbulent passion to a quiet, lingering peace. Lucas held her firmly in his arms, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go, while Belinda rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart—a heart that, for the first time, felt like it belonged to her.

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