The kiss deepened, and their breaths grew heavier.
Lucas Walker gasped as he released Ivana Bennett's lips, moving the kiss downward, his hand sliding along to grasp the tie of her robe and gently pull it open.
His large hand, skilled and practiced, slipped to her back, gently lifting her waist and spine to pull her closer to him.
He was still dressed in his suit, the slightly rough fabric brushing against her skin, bringing an unusual sensation.
Feeling his teeth lightly nibbling on her skin, Ivana involuntarily let out a soft moan.
Years of intimacy had made Lucas Walker familiar with every inch of her body.
He knew her so well he could easily take control of her reactions.
Unlike the urgency of the previous days, this time he was remarkably patient.
Bit by bit, he stoked her emotions, until she grabbed his collar, calling his name. Only then did he finally fulfill her longing.
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